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MISCELLANEOUS 



POEMS 



BY 



ANDREW MARVELL, Esq. 

Late Member of the Honourable House of Commons 



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Mary Marvell. 



A 

DIALOGUE 

BETWEEN 

The Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure. 

COurage my Soul, now learn to wield 
The weight of thine immortal Shield. 
Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. 
Ballance thy Sword against the Fight. 
See where an Army, strong as fair, 
With silken Banners spreads the air. 
Now, if thou bee'st that thing Divine, 
In this day's Combat let it shine : 
And shew that Nature wants an Art 
To conquer one resolved Heart. 

'PI ensure. 

Welcome the Creations Guest, 
Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir. 
Lay aside that Warlike Crest, 
And of Nature's banquet share : 
Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs 
Stand prepar'd to heighten yours. 

Soul. 

I sup above, and cannot stay 
To bait so long upon the way. 

B Pleasure 



2 Miscellanies 

Pleasure. 

On these downy Pillows lye, 
Whose soft Plumes will thither fly : 
On these Roses strow'd so plain 
Left one Leaf thy Side should Strain. 

Soul. 

My gentler Rest is on a Thought, 
Conscious of doing what I ought. 

Pleasure. 

If thou bee'st with Perfumes pleas'd, 
Such as oft the Gods appeas'd, 
Thou in fragrant Clouds shalt show 
Like another God below. 

Soul. 

A Soul that knowes not to presume 
Is Heaven's and its own perfume. 

Pleasure. 

Every thing does seem to vie 
Which should first attract thine Eye : 
But since none deserves that grace, 
In this Crystal view thy face. 

Soul. 

When the Creator's skill is priz'd 
The rest is all but Earth disguis'd. 

Pleasure. 

Heark how Musick then prepares 
For thy Stay these charming Aires ; 



Which 



Miscellanies 3 

Which the posting Winds recall, 
And suspend the Rivers Fall. 

Soul. 

Had I but any time to lose, 

On this I would it all dispose. 

Cease Tempter. None can chain a mind 

Whom this sweet Chordage cannot bind. 

Chorus. 

Earth cannot shew so brave a Sight 

As when a single Soul does fence 

The 'Batteries of alluring Sense, 

And Heaven views it with delight. 

Then persevere : for Bill new Charges sound : 
And if thou overcom'st thou shaft be crown' d. 

Pleasure. 

All this fair, and cost, and sweet, 

Which scatteringly doth shine, 
Shall within one Beauty meet, 

And she be only thine. 

Soul. 

If things of Sight such Heavens be, 
What Heavens are those we cannot see ? 

Tleasure. 

Where so e're thy Foot shall go 

The minted Gold shall lie ; 
Till thou purchase all below, 

And want new Worlds to buy. 

Soul. 

Wer't not a price who'ld value Gold ? 
And that's worth nought that can be sold. 

Pleasure. 



4 Miscellanies 

'Pleasure. 

Wilt thou all the glory have 
That War or Peace commend ? 

Half the World shall be thy Slave 
The other half thy Friend. 

Soul. 

What Friends, if to my self untrue ? 
What Slaves, unless I captive you ? 

Pleasure. 

Thou shalt know each hidden Cause 
And see the future Time : 

Try what depth the Centre draws ; 
And then to Heaven climb. 

Soul. 

None thither mounts by the degree 
Of Knowledge, but Humility. 

Chorus. 

Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul ; 
The World has not one Pleasure more : 
The reft does lie beyond the Tole, 
And is thine everlasting Store. 



On a 'Drop of T)ew. 

SEE how the Orient Dew, 
Shed from the Bosom of the Morn 
Into the blowing Roses, 
Yet careless of its Mansion new ; 
For the clear Region where 'twas born 
Round in its self incloses : 

And 



Miscellanies 5 

And in its little Globes Extent, 
Frames as it can its native Element. 
How it the purple flow'r does slight, 

Scarce touching where it lyes, 
But gazing back upon the Skies, 
Shines with a mournful Light ; 
Like its own Tear, 
Because so long divided from the Sphear. 
Restless it roules and unsecure, 

Trembling lest it grow impure : 
Till the warm sun pitty it's Pain, 
And to the Skies exhale it back again. 
So the Soul, that Drop, that Ray 
Of the clear Fountain of Eternal Day, 
Could it within the humane flow'r be seen, 
Remembring still its former height, 
Shuns the sweat leaves and blossoms green ; 
And, recollecting its own Light, 
Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express 
The greater Heaven in an Heaven less. 
In how coy a Figure wound, 
Every way it turns away : 
So the World excluding round, 
Yet receiving in the Day. 
Dark beneath, but bright above : 
Here disdaining, there in Love. 
How loose and easie hence to go : 
How girt and ready to ascend. 
Moving on but a point below, 
It all about does upwards bend. 
Such did the Manna's sacred Dew destil ; 
White and intire, though congeal'd and chill. 
Congeal'd on Earth : but does, dissolving, run 
Into the Glories of th' Almighty Sun. 



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Miscellanies 



%os. 

CErnis tit Eoi descendat Qemmula "Rot'is, 
Inque %osas roseo trans fluat orta sinu. 
SoUicita F 7 lores ffant ambition* supini, 

Et certant foliis pelticuisse situ. 
Ilia tamen patria luff ran s faffigia Sphara, 

Negligit hofpitii limina pitta novi. 
Inque siti nitido conclma voluminh orbe, 

Exprimit atherei qua licet Orbis aquas. 
En ut odor at urn fpernat generosior OStrum, 

Vixque pre mat caff o mollia ffrata pede. 
Sufpicit at longis diffantem obtutibus Axem, 

Inde & languenti lumine pendet amans, 
Triffk, & in liquidum mutata dolore dolorem, 

Marcet, uti roseis Eachryma fusa Qenis. 
Utpavet, & motum tremit irrequieta Cubile, 

Et quoties Zephyro fluttuat Aura,fugit. 
Quails inexpertam subeat formido c Puellam , 

Sicubi noffe redit incomitata domum. 
Sic & in horridulas agitatur Cjutta procellas , 

c Dum pra virgineo cuncJa pudore timet. 
T)onec oberrantem r B^dio clemente vaporet, 

Inq;jubar reducem Sol genitale trahat. 
Talis, in humano si possit flore videri, 

Exulubi longas Mens agit usq; moras; 
Hac quoque natalis meditans convivia Cozli, 

Evertit Calices , purpureosque Thoros. 
Fontis ffilla sacri, Lucis scintilla per ennis, 

Non capitur Tyria veffe, vapore Sabas. 
Tota sedinproprii secedens luminis Arcem, 

Colligit in Qyros se sinuosa breves. 
Magnorumque sequens Animo convexa c Deorum, 

Sydereum parvo fingit in Or be Qlobum. 
Quam bene in aversa modulum contracla figures 

Oppositum 



Miscellanies 7 

Oppositum Mundo claudit ubiq ; latus. 
Sed bibit in fpeculum radios ornata rotundum ; 

Et circumfuso fplendet aperta T>ie. 
Qua Superos Be flat rntilans, obscurior infra ; 

Cat era deaignans, ardet am ore Toli. 
Subsilit, bine agili Toscens discedere motu, 

Undique calesli cinfta soluta Via. 
Totaque in aereos extenditur orbita cursm ; 

Hinc punftim carpens, mobile Hringit iter. 
Hand aliter Mensis extmdans Manna beatis 

'Desertojacuit S tillage lata solo : 
Still age lata solo, sed Soli bus baufia benignh, 

Ad sua qud cecidit purior AsJra redit. 



The Coronet. 

WHen for the Thorns with which I long, too 
With many a piercing wound, (l° n g> 

My Saviours head have crown'd, 
I seek with Garlands to redress that Wrong : 

Through every Garden, every Mead, 
I gather flow'rs (my fruits are only flow'rs) 

Dismantling all the fragrant Towers 
That once adorned my Shepherdesses head. 
And now when I have summ'd up all my store, 

Thinking (so I my self deceive) 

So rich a Chaplet thence to weave 
As never yet the king of Glory wore : 

Alas I find the Serpent old 

That, twining in his speckled breast, 

About the flow'rs disguis'd does fold, 

With wreaths of Fame and Interest. 
Ah, foolish Man, that would'st debase with them, 
And mortal Glory, Heavens Diadem ! 
But thou who only could'st the Serpent tame, 
Either his slipp'ry knots at once untie, 

And 



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And disintangle all his winding Snare : 
Or shatter too with him my curious frame : 
And let these wither, so that he may die, 
Though set with Skill and chosen out with Care. 
That they, while Thou on both their Spoils dost tread, 
May crown thy Feet, that could not crown thy Head. 



Eyes and Tears. 

I. 

HOW wisely Nature did decree, 
With the same Eyes to weep and see ! 
That, having view'd the object vain, 
They might be ready to complain. 

II. 

And, since the Self-deluding Sight, 
In a false Angle takes each hight ; 
These Tears which better measure all, 
Like wat'ry Lines and Plummets fall. 

III. 

Two Tears, which Sorrow long did weigh 
Within the Scales of either Eye, 
And then paid out in equal Poise, 
Are the true price of all my Joyes. 

IV. 

What in the World most fair appears, 
Yea even Laughter, turns to Tears : 
And all the Jewels which we prize, 
Melt in these Pendants of the Eyes. 

V. 

I have through every Garden been, 

Amongst the Red, the White, the Green ; And 



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And yet, from all the flow'rs I saw, 
No Hony, but these Tears could draw. 

VI. 

So the all-seeing Sun each day 
Distills the World with Chymick Ray ; 
But finds the Essence only Showers, 
Which straight in pity back he powers. 

VII. 

Yet happy they whom Grief doth bless, 
That weep the more, and see the less : 
And, to preserve their Sight more true, 
Bath Still their Eyes in their own Dew. 

VIII. 

*So Magdalen, in Tears more wise 
Dissolv'd those captivating Eyes, 
Whose liquid Chaines could flowing meet 
To fetter her Redeemers feet. 

IX. 

Not full sailes hasting loaden home, 
Nor the chast Ladies pregnant Womb, 
Nor Cynthia Teeming show's so fair, 
As two Eyes swoln with weeping are. 

X. 

The sparkling Glance that shoots Desire, 
Drench'd in these Waves, does lose it fire. 
Yea oft the Thund'rer pitty takes 
And here the hissing Lightning slakes. 

XI. 

The Incense was to Heaven dear, 
Not as a Perfume, but a Tear. 
And Stars shew lovely in the Night, 
But as they seem the Tears of Light. 

D Ope 



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XII. 

Ope then mine Eyes your double Sluice, 
And pra&ise so your noblest Use. 
For others too can see, or sleep ; 
But only humane Eyes can weep. 

XIII. 

Now like two Clouds dissolving, drop, 
And at each Tear in distance stop : 
Now like two Fountains trickle down : 
Now like two floods o'return and drown. 

XIIIL 

Thus let your Streams o'reflow your Springs, 
Till Eyes and Tears be the same things : 
And each the other's difference bears ; 
These weeping Eyes, those seeing Tears. 

*Magdala, lascivos sic quum dimhit Amantes, 
Fervidaque in caffas lumina solvit aquas ; 

Hasit in irriguo lachrymarum compede Christus, 
Et tenuit sacros uda Catena pedes. 



'Bermudas. 

WHere the remote Bermudas ride 
In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, 
From a small Boat, that row'd along, 
The listning Winds receiv'd this Song. 

What should we do but sing his Praise 
That led us through the watry Maze, 
Unto an Isle so long unknown, 
And yet far kinder than our own ? 
Where he the huge Sea-Monsters wracks, 
That lift the Deep upon their Backs. 
He lands us on a grassy Stage ; 
Safe from the Storms, and Prelat's rage. 

He 



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He gave us this eternal Spring, 
Which here enamells every thing ; 
And sends the Fowl's to us in care, 
On daily Visits through the Air. 
He hangs in shades the Orange bright, 
Like golden Lamps in a green Night. 
And does in the Pomgranates close, 
jewels more rich than Ormus show's. 
He makes the Figs our mouths to meet ; 
And throws the Melons at our feet. 
But Apples plants of such a price, 
No Tree could ever bear them twice. 
With Cedars, chosen by his hand, 
From "Lebanon^ he Stores the Land. 
And makes the hollow Seas, that roar, 
Proclaime the Ambergris on shoar. 
He cas~t (of which we rather boast) 
The Gospels Pearl upon our CoaSt. 
And in these Rocks for us did frame 
A Temple, where to sound his Name. 
Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, 
Till it arrive at Heavens Vault : 
Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may 
Eccho beyond the Mexique Hay. 
Thus sung they, in the English boat, 
An holy and a chearful Note, 
And all the way, to guide their Chime, 
With falling Oars they kept the time. 



Clorinda and 'Damon. 

C. THS Anion come drive thy flocks this way. 
T). I J No : 'tis too late they went astray. 
C. I have a grassy Scutcheon spy'd, 
Where Flora blazons all her pride. 

D 2 The 



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The Grass I aim to feast thy Sheep : 

The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep. 
C D. Grass withers ; and the Flow'rs too fade. 
C. Seize the short Joyes then, ere they vade. 

Seest thou that unfrequented Cave ? 
T>. That den ? C.Loves Shrine. 1>.But Virtue's Grave. 
C. In whose cool bosome we may lye 

Safe from the Sun. C D. not Heaven's Eye. 
C. Near this, a Fountaines liquid Bell 

Tinkles within the concave Shell. 
T>. Might a Soul bath there and be clean, 

Or slake its Drought ? C. What is't you mean ? 
T>. These once had been enticing things, 

Clorinda, Pastures, Caves, and Springs. 
C. And what late change ? T>. The other day 

Tan met me. C. What did great Tan say ? 
T>. Words that transcend poor Shepherds skill, 

But he ere since my Songs does fill : 

And his Name swells my slender Oate. 
C. Sweet must Tan sound in T)amons Note. 
T>. Clorinda's voice might make it sweet. 
C. Who would not in Tan's Praises meet ? 

Chorus. 

O/Pan theflowry Tastures sing, 
Caves eccho, and the Fountains ring. 
Sing then while he doth m inspire ; 
For all the World is our Pan's Quire. 



A Dialogue between the Soul and Body. 

Soul. 

OWho shall, from this Dungeon, raise 
A Soul inslav'd so many wayes ? 
With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands 
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands. 

Here 



Miscellanies 1 3 

Here blinded with an Eye ; and there 
Deaf with the drumming of an Ear. 
A Soul hung up, as 'twere, in Chains 
Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins. 
Tortur'd, besides each other part, 
In a vain Head, and double Heart. 

c Body. 

O who shall me deliver whole, 
From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul ? 
Which, sT:retcht upright, impales me so, 
That mine own Precipice I go ; 
And warms and moves this needless Frame : 
(A fever could but do the same.) 
And, wanting where its spight to try, 
Has made me live to let me dye. 
A Body that could never resi, 
Since this ill Spirit it posses!:. 

Soul. 

What Magick could me thus confine 
Within anothers Grief to pine ? 
Where whatsoever it complain, 
I feel, that cannot feel, die pain. 
And all my Care its self employes, 
That to preserve, which me destroys : 
Constrain'd not only to indure 
Diseases, but, whats worse., the Cure : 
And ready oft the Port to gain, 
Am Shipwrackt into Health again. 

"Body. 

But Physick yet could never reach 
The Maladies Thou me dost teach ; 
Whom firslt the Cramp of Hope does Tear : 
And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear. 

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The Pestilence of Love does heat : 
Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat. 
joy's chearful Madness does perplex : 
Or Sorrow's other Madness vex. 
Which Knowledge forces me to know ; 
And Memory will not foregoe. 
What but a Soul could have the wit 
To build me up for Sin so fit ? 
So Architects do square and hew, 
Green Trees that in the Forest grew. 



The Nymph complaining for the death of her Faun. 

THE wanton Troopers riding by 
Have shot my Faun and it will dye. 
Ungentle men ! They cannot thrive 
To kill thee. Thou neer didst: alive 
Them any harm : alas nor cou'd 
Thy death yet do them any good. 
I'me sure I never wisht them ill ; 
Nor do I for all this ; nor will : 
But, if my simple Pray'rs may yet 
Prevail with Heaven to forget 
Thy murder, I will Joyn my Tears 
Rather then fail. But, O my fears ! 
It cannot dye so. Heavens King 
Keeps register of every thing : 
And nothing may we use in vain. 
Ev'n Beasts must be with justice slain ; 
Else Men are made their ^Deodands. 
Though they should wash their guilty hands 
In this warm life blood, which doth part 
From thine, and wound me to the Heart, 
Yet could they not be clean : their Stain 
Is dy'd in such a Purple Grain. 

There 



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There is not such another in 
The World, to offer for their Sin. 

Unconstant Sylvio, when yet 
I had not found him counterfeit, 
One morning (I remember well) 
Ty'd in this silve* Chain and Bell, 
Gave it to me : nay and I know 
What he said then ; I'me sure I do. 
Said He, look how your Huntsman here 
Hath taught a Faun to hunt his 'Dear. 
But Sylvio soon had me beguil'd. 
This waxed tame, while he grew wild, 
And quite regardless of my Smart, 
Left me his Faun, but took his Heart. 

Thenceforth I set my self to play 
My solitary time away, 
With this : and very well content, 
Could so mine idle Life have spent. 
For it was full of sport ; and light 
Of foot, and heart ; and did invite, 
Me to its eame : it seem'd to bless 
Its self in me. How could I less 
Than love it ? O I cannot be 
Unkind, t' a Beast that loveth me. 

Had it liv'd long, I do not know 
Whether it too might have done so 
As Sylvio did : his Gifts might be 
Perhaps as false or more than he. 
But I am sure, for ought that I 
Could in so short a time espie, 
Thy love was far more better then 
The love of false and cruel men. 

With sweetest milk, and sugar, first 
I it at mine own fingers nurst. 
And as it grew, so every day 
It wax'd more white and sweet than they. 
It had so sweet a Breath ! And oft 
I blusht to see its foot more soft, 



And 



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And white, (shall I say then my hand ?) 

NAY any Ladies of the Land. 

It is a wond'rous thing, how fleet 
'Twas on those little silver feet. 
With what a pretty skipping grace, 
It oft would challenge me the Race : 
And when 't had left me far away, 
'Twould slay, and run again, and slay. 
For it was nimbler much than Hindes ; 
And trod, as on the four Winds. 

I have a garden of my own, 
But so with Roses over grown, 
And Lillies, that you would it guess 
To be a little Wilderness. 
And all the Spring time of the year 
It onely loved to be there. 
Among the beds of Lillyes, I 
Have sought it oft, where it should lye ; 
Yet could not, till it self would rise, 
Find it, although before mine Eyes. 
For, in the flaxen Lillies shade, 
It like a bank of Lillies laid. 
Upon the Roses it would feed, 
Until its Lips ev'n seem'd to bleed : 
And then to me 'twould boldly trip, 
And print those Roses on my Lip. 
But all its chief delight was Still 
On Roses thus its self to fill : 
And its pure virgin Limbs to fold 
In whites! sheets of Lillies cold. 
Had it liv'd long, it would have been 
Lillies without, Roses within. 

O help ! O help ! I see it faint : 
And dye as calmely as a Saint. 
See how it weeps. The Tears do come 
Sad, slowly dropping like a Gumme. 
So weeps the wounded Balsome : so 
The holy Frankincense doth flow. 



The 



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The brotherless He Hades 

Melt in such Amber Tears as these. 

I in a golden Vial will 
Keep these two crystal Tears ; and fill 
It till it do o'reflow with mine ; 
Then place it in 'Diana's Shrine. 

Now my sweet Faun is vanish'd to 
Whether the Swans and Turtles go : 
In fair Eli^ium to endure, 
With milk-white Lambs, and Ermins pure. 
O do not run too fast : for I 
Will but bespeak thy Grave, and dye. 

First my unhappy Statue shall 
Be cut in Marble ; and withal, 
Let it be weeping too : but there 
Th' Engraver sure his Art may spare ; 
For I so truly thee bemoane, 
That I shall weep though I be Stone : 
Until my Tears, still dropping, wear 
My breast, themselves engraving there. 
There at my feet shalt thou be laid, 
Of purest Alabaster made : 
For I would have thine Image be 
White as I can, though not as Thee. 



Young Love. 
I. 

COme little Infant, Love me now, 
While thine unsuspected years 
Clear thine aged Fathers brow 
From cold Jealousie and Fears. 

II. 

Pretty surely 'twere to see 

By young Love old Time beguil'd : 

E While 



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While our Sportings are as free 
As the Nurses with the Child. 

III. 

Common beauties stay fifteen ; 

Such as yours should swifter move ; 
Whose fair Blossoms are too green 

Yet for Lust, but not for Love. 

IV. 

Love as much the snowy Lamb 

Or the wanton Kid does prize, 
As the lusty Bull or Ram, 

For his morning Sacrifice. 

V. 

Now then love me : time may take 

Thee before thy time away : 
Of this Need wee'l Virtue make, 
And learn Love before we may. 

VI. 

So we win of doubtful Fate ; 

And, if good she to us meant, 
We that Good shall antedate, 

Or, if ill, that 111 prevent. 

VII. 

Thus as Kingdomes, frustrating 

Other Titles to their Crown, 
In the craddle crown their King, 

So all Forraign Claims to drown, 

VIII. 

So, to make all Rivals vain, 
Now I crown thee with my Love : 

Crown 



Miscellanies 19 

Crown me with thv Love a^ain, 

And we both shall Monarchs prove. 



To hk Coy Mistress. 

HAD we but World enough, and time, 
This coyness Lady were no crime. 
We would sit down, and think which way 
To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. 
Thou by the Indian Qanges side 
Should'st Rubies find : I by the Tide 
Of Humber would complain. I would 
Love you ten years before the Flood : 
And you should if you please refuse 
Till the Conversion of the Jews. 
My vegetable Love should grow 
VaSter then Empires, and more slow. 
An hundred years should go to praise 
Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze. 
Two hundred to adore each Breast : 
But thirty thousand to the rest. 
An Age at least to every part, 
And the last Age should show your Heart. 
For Lady you deserve this State ; 
Nor would I love at lower rate. 
But at my back I alwaies hear 
Times winged Charriot hurrying near : 
And yonder all before us lye 
Desarts of vast Eternity. 
Thy Beauty shall no more be found, 
Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound 
My ecchoing Song : then Worms shall try 
That long preserv'd Virginity : 
And your quaint Honour turn to durst ; 
And into ashes all my Lust. 
The Grave's a fine and private place, 
But none I think do there embrace. 

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Now therefore, while the youthful hew 
Sits on thy skin like morning glew, 
And while thy willing Soul transpires 
At every pore with instant Fires, 
Now let us sport us while we may ; 
And now, like am'rous birds of prey, 
Rather at once our Time devour, 
Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. 
Let us roll all our Strength, and all 
Our sweetness, up into one Ball : 
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife, 
Thorough the Iron gates of Life. 
Thus, though we cannot make our Sun 
Stand still, yet we will make him run. 



The unfortunate Lover. 
I. 

A Las, how pleasant are their dayes 
„ With whom the Infant Love yet playes ! 
Sorted by pairs, they still are seen 
By Fountains cool, and Shadows green. 
But soon these Flames do lose their light, 
Like Meteors of a Summers night : 
Nor can they to that Region climb, 
To make impression upon Time. 

II. 

'Twas in a Shipwrack, when the Seas 

Rul'd, and the Winds did what they please, 

That my poor Lover floting lay, 

And, e're brought forth, was cast away : 

Till at the last the master- Wave 

Upon the Rock his Mother drave ; 



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And there she split against the Stone, 
In a Cesarian Seltion. 



III. 



The Sea him lent these bitter Tears, 
Which at his Eyes he alwaies bears. 
And from the Winds the Sighs he bore, 
Which through his surging Breast do roar. 
No Day he saw but that which breaks, 
Through frighted Clouds in forked streaks. 
While round the ratling Thunder hurl'd, 
As at the Fun'ral of the World. 



IV. 



While Nature to his Birth presents 
This masque of quarrelling Elements ; 
A num'rous fleet of Corm'rants black, 
That sail'd insulting o're the W r rack, 
Receiv'd into their cruel Care, 
Th' unfortunate and abject Heir : 
Guardians most fit to entertain 
The Orphan of the Hurricane. 



V. 



They fed him up with Hopes and Air, 
Which soon digested to Despair. 
And as one Corm'rant fed him, still 
Another on his Heart did bill. 
Thus while they famish him, and feast, 
He both consumed, and increast : 
And languished with doubtful Breath, 
Th' Amphibium of Life and Death. 

VI. 

And now, when angry Heaven wou'd 
Behold a spectacle of Blood, 



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Fortune and He are call'd to play 

At sharp before it all the day : 

And Tyrant Love his brest does ply 

With all his wing'd Artillery. 

Whilst he, betwixt the Flames and Waves, 

Like Ajax, the mad Tempest braves. 

VII. 

See how he nak'd and fierce does stand, 
Cuffing the Thunder with one hand ; 
While with the other he does lock, 
And grapple, with the stubborn Rock : 
From which he with each Wave rebounds, 
Torn into Flames, and ragg'd with Wounds. 
And all he saies, a Lover drest 
In his own Blood does relish best. 

VIII. 

This is the only 'Banneret 
That ever Love created yet : 
Who though, by the Malignant Starrs, 
Forced to live in Storms and Warrs ; 
Yet dying leaves a Perfume here, 
And Musick within every Ear : 
And he in Story only rules, 
In a Field Sable a Lover Qules. 



The Qallery. 

I. 

Chora come view my Soul, and tell 
Whether I have contriv'd it well. 
Now all its several lodgings lye 
Compos 'd into one Gallery ; 

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And the great Arras-hangings, made 
Of various Faces, by are laid ; 
That, for all furniture, you'l find 
Only your Pi&ure in my Mind. 

II. 

Here Thou art painted in the Dress 
Of an Inhumane Murtheress ; 
Examining upon our Hearts 
Thy fertile Shop of cruel Arts : 
Engines more keen than ever yet 
Adorned Tyrants Cabinet ; 
Of which the most tormenting are 
Black Eyes, red Lips, and curled Hair. 

III. 

But, on the other side, th' art drawn 
Like to Aurora in the Dawn ; 
When in the East she slumb'ring lyes, 
And stretches out her milky Thighs ; 
While all the morning Quire does sing, 
And Manna falls, and Roses spring ; 
And, at thy Feet, the wooing Doves 
Sit perfecting their harmless Loves. 

IV. 

Like an Enchantress here thou show'st, 
Vexing thy restless Lover's Ghost ; 
And, by a Light obscure, dost rave 
Over his Entrails, in the Cave ; 
Divining thence, with horrid Care, 
How long thou shalt continue fair ; 
And (when inform'd) them throw'st away, 
To be the greedy Vultur's prey. 



V. 



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V. 

But, against that, thou sit'st a float 

Like X^enm in her pearly Boat. 

The Halcyons, calming all that's nigh, 

Betwixt the Air and Water fly. 

Or, if some rowling Wave appears, 

A Mass of Ambergris it bears. 

Nor blows more Wind than what may well 

Convoy the Perfume to the Smell. 

VI. 

These Pictures and a thousand more, 
Of Thee, my Gallery dost store ; 
In all the Forms thou can'st invent 
Either to please me, or torment : 
For thou alone to people me, 
Art grown a num'rous Colony ; 
And a Collection choicer far 
Then or White-hairs, or Mantua's were. 

VII. 

But, of these Pictures and the resit, 
That at the Entrance likes me best : 
Where the same Posture, and the Look 
Remains, with which I first was took. 
A tender Shepherdess, whose Hair 
Hangs loosely playing in the Air, 
Transplanting Flow'rs from the green Hill, 
To crown her Head, and Bosome fill. 



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The Fair Singer. 
I. 

TO make a final conquest of all me, 
Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, 
In whom both Beauties to my death agree, 
joyning themselves in fatal Harmony ; 
That while she with her Eyes my Heart does bind, 
She with her Voice might captivate my Mind. 

n - 

I could have fled from One but singly fair : 
My dis-intangled Soul it self might save, 
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair. 
But how should I avoid to be her Slave, 
Whose subtile Art invisibly can wreath 
My Fetters of the very Air I breath ? 

III. 

It had been easy fighting in some plain, 
Where Victory might hang in equal choice. 
But all resistance against her is vain, 
Who has th' advantage both of Eyes and Voice. 
And all my Forces needs must be undone, 
She having gained both the Wind and Sun. 



Mourninv. 

o 

I. 

YOU, that decipher out the Fate 
Of humane OrT-springs from the Skies, 
What mean these Infants which of late 
Spring from the Starrs of Chlora's Eyes ? 

F II. 



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II. 

Her Eyes confus'd, and doubled ore, 
With Tears suspended ere they flow ; 
Seem bending upwards, to restore 
To Heaven, whence it came, their Woe. 

III. 

When, molding of the watry Sphears, 
Slow drops unty themselves away ; 
As if she, with those precious Tears, 
W r ould strow the ground where Strephon lay. 

IV. 

Yet some affirm, pretending Art, 
Her Eyes have so her Bosome drown'd, 
Only to soften near her Heart 
A place to fix another Wound. 

V. 

And, while vain Pomp does her restrain 
Within her solitary Bowr, 
She courts her self in am'rous Rain ; 
Her self both T>anae and the Showr. 

VI. 

Nay others, bolder, hence esteem 

Joy now so much her Master grown, 

That whatsoever does but seem 

Like Grief, is from her Windows thrown. 

VII. 

Nor that she paves, while she survives, 
To her dead Love this Tribute due ; 
But cast abroad these Donatives, 
At the installing of a new. 



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VIII. 

How wide they dream ! The Indian Slaves 
That sink for Pearl through Seas profound, 
Would find her Tears yet deeper Waves 
And not of one the bottom sound. 

IX. 

I yet my silent Judgment keep, 
Disputing not what they believe : 
But sure as oft as Women weep, 
It is to be suppos'd they grieve. 



T>aphnis and Chloe. 
I. 

DApbnis must from Chloe part : 
Now is come the dismal Hour 
That must all his Hopes devour, 
All his Labour, all his Art. 

II. 

Nature, her own Sexes foe, 
Long had taught her to be coy : 
But she neither knew t'enjoy, 
Nor yet let her Lover go. 

III. 

But, with this sad News surpriz'd, 
Soon she let that Niceness fall ; 
And would gladly yield to all, 
So it had his stay compriz'd. 

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IV. 

Nature so her self does use 
To lay by her wonted State, 
Les~t the World should separate ; 
Sudden Parting closer glews. 

V. 

He, well read in all the wayes 
By which men their Siege maintain, 
Knew not that the Fort to eain 
Better 'twas the Siege to raise. 

VI. 

But he came so full possest 
With the Grief of Parting thence, 
That he had not so much Sence 
As to see he might be blest. 

VII. 

Till Love in her Language breath'd 
Words she never spake before ; 
But then Legacies no more 
To a dying Man bequeath'd. 

VIII. 

For, Alas, the time was spent, 
Now the latest minut's run 
When poor T)aphnis is undone, 
Between Joy and Sorrow rent. 

IX. 

At that Why, that Stay my c Dear, 
His disorder'd Locks he tare ; 
And with rouling Eyes did glare, 
And his cruel fate forswear. 



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X. 

As the Soul of one scarce dead, 
With the shrieks of Friends aghast, 
Looks distracted back in hast, 
And then straight again is fled. 

XI. 

So did wretched T)aphnis look, 
Friehtin^ her he loved most. 
At the last, this Lovers Ghost 
Thus his Leave resolved took. 

XII. 

Are my Hell and Heaven Joyn'd 
More to torture him that dies ? 
Could departure not suffice, 
But that you must then grow kind ? 

XIII. 

Ah my Chloe how have I 
Such a wretched minute found, 
When thy Favours should me wound 
More than all thy Cruelty ? 

XIV. 

So to the condemned Wight 
The delicious Cup we fill ; 
And allow him all he will, 
For his last and short Delight. 

XV. 

But I will not now begin 
Such a Debt unto my Foe ; 
Nor to my Departure owe 
What my Presence could not win. 

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XVI. 

Absence is too much alone : 
Better 'tis to go in peace, 
Than my Losses to increase 
By a late Fruition. 

XVII. 

Why should I enrich my Fate ? 
Tis a Vanity to wear, 
For my Executioner, 
jewels of so high a rate. 

XVIII. 

Rather I away will pine 
In a manly stubborness 
Than be fatted up express 
For the Canibal to dine. 

XIX. 

Whilst this grief does thee disarm, 
All th' Enjoyment of our Love 
But the ravishment would prove 
Of a Body dead while warm. 

XX. 

And I parting should appear 
Like the Gourmand Hebrew dead, 
While he Quailes and Manna fed, 
And does through the Desert err. 

XXI. 

Or the Witch that midnight wakes 
For the Fern, whose magick Weed 
In one minute casts the Seed, 
And invisible him makes. 

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XXII. 



Gentler times for Love are merit : 
Who for parting pleasure strain 
Gather Roses in the rain, 
Wet themselves and spoil their Sent. 

XXIII. 

Farewel therefore all the fruit 
Which I could from Love receive : 
Joy will not with Sorrow weave, 
Nor will I this Grief pollute. 

XXIV. 

Fate I come, as dark, as sad, 
As thy Malice could desire ; 
Yet bring with me all the Fire 
That Love in his Torches had. 

XXV. 

At these words away he broke ; 
As who long has praying ly'n, 
To his Heads-man makes the Sign, 
And receives the parting stroke. 

XXVI. 

But hence Virgins all beware. 
Last night he with'P hlogk slept ; 
This night for c Dorinda kept ; 
And but rid to take the Air. 

XXVII. 

Yet he does himself excuse ; 
Nor indeed without a Cause. 
For, according to the Lawes, 
Why did Chloe once refuse ? 



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The 'Definition of hove. 
I. 

MY Love is of a birth as rare 
As 'tis for object strange and high : 
It was begotten by despair 
Upon Impossibility. 

II. 

Magnanimous Despair alone 
Could show me so divine a tiling, 
Where feeble Hope could ne'r have flown 
But vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing. 

III. 

And yet I quickly might arrive 
Where my extended Soul is fixt, 
But Fate does Iron wedges drive, 
And alwaies crouds it self betwixt. 

rv. 

For Fate with jealous Eye does see 
Two perfect Loves ; nor lets them close : 
Their union would her mine be, 
And her Tyrannick pow'r depose. 



V. 



And therefore her Decrees of Steel 
Us as the distant Poles have plac'd, 
(Though Loves whole World on us doth wheel) 
Not by themselves to be embrac'd. 



VI. 



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VI. 

Unless the giddy Heaven fall, 
And Earth some new Convulsion tear ; 
And, us to joyn, the World should all 
Be cramp'd into a c Plams~phere. 

VII. 

As Lines so Loves oblique may well 
Themselves in every Angle greet : 
But ours so trulv TaraleL 
Though infinite can never meet. 

VIII. 

Therefore the Love which us doth bind, 
But Fate so enviously debarrs, 
Is the Conjunction of the Mind, 
And Opposition of the Stars. 



The 'T'itfure of little T. C. in a Trofpecf of Flowers. 

I. 

SEE with what simplicity 
This Nimph begins her golden daies ! 
In the green Grass she loves to lie, 
And there with her fair Aspect tames 
The Wilder flow'rs, and gives them names : 
But only with the Roses playes ; 

And them does tell 
What Colour best becomes them, and what Smell. 



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II. 

Who can foretel for what high cause 
This Darling of the Gods was born ! 
Yet this is She whose chaster Laws 
The wanton Love shall one day fear, 
And, under her command severe, 
See his Bow broke and Ensigns torn. 

Happy, who can 
Appease this virtuous Enemy of Man ! 

III. 

O then let me in time compound, 
And parly with those conquering Eyes ; 
Ere they have try'd their force to wound, 
Ere, with their glancing wheels, they drive 
In Triumph over Hearts that strive, 
And them that yield but more despise, 

Let me be laid, 
Where I may see thy Glories from some Shade. 

IV. 

Mean time, whilst every verdant thing 
It self does at thy Beauty charm, 
Reform the errours of the Spring ; 
Make that the Tulips may have share 
Of sweetness, seeing they are fair ; 
And Roses of their thorns disarm ; 

But most procure 
That Violets may a longer Age endure. 



V. 



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V. 

But O young beauty of the Woods, 

Whom Nature courts with fruits and flow'rs, 

Gather the Flow'rs, but spare the Buds ; 

Lest Flora angry at thy crime, 

To kill her Infants in their prime, 

Do quickly make th' Example Yours ; 

And, ere we see, 
Nip in the blossome all our hopes and Thee. 



Tom May's 'Death. 

AS one put drunk into the Packet-boat, 
Tom May was hurry 'd hence and did notknow't. 
But was amaz'd on the Elysian side, 
And with an Eye uncertain, gazing wide, 
Could not determine in what place he was, 
For whence in Stevens ally Trees or Grass. 
Nor where the Popes head, nor the Mitre lay, 
Signs by which still he found and lost his way. 
At last while doubtfully he all compares, 
He saw near hand, as he imagin'd Ares. 
Such did he seem for corpulence and port, 
But 'twas a man much of another sort ; 
'Twas ISen that in the duskv Laurel shade 

J 

Amongst the Chorus of old Poets laid, 
Sounding of ancient Heroes, such as were 
The Subjects Safety, and the Rebel's Fear. 
But how a double headed Vulture Eats, 
TSrutus and Cassius the Peoples cheats. 
But seeing May he varied streight his Song, 
Gently to signifie that he was wrong. 
Cups more then civil of Emilthian wine, 
I sing (said he) and the Thar sal ian Sign, 
Where the Historian of the Common-wealth 
In his own Bowels sheath'd the conquering health. 

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By this May to himself and them was come, 
He found he was tranflated, and by whom. 
Yet then with foot as Stumbling as his tongure 
Prest for his place among the Learned throng. 
But'Zkff, who knew not neither foe nor friend, 
Sworn Enemy to all that do pretend, 
Rose more then ever he was seen severe, 
Shook his gray locks, and his own Bayes did tear 
At this intrusion. Then with Laurel wand, 
The awful Sign of his supream command. 
At whose dread Whisk Virgil himself does quake, 
And Horace patiently its stroke does take, 
As he crowds in he whipt him ore the pate 
Like Tewbroke at the Masque, and then did rate. 
Far from these blessed shades tread back agen 
Most serviP wit, and Mercenary Pen. 
Tolydore, Lncan, Allan, Vandale, Qoth, 
Malignant Poet and Historian both. 
Go seek the novice Statesmen, and obtrude 
On them some Romane cast similitude, 
Teil them of Liberty, the Stories fine, 
Until you all grow Consuls in your wine. 
Or thou 'Dictator of the glass bestow 
On him the Cato, this the Cicero. 
Transferring Old %ome hither in your talk, 
As 'Bethlem's House did to Lorefto walk. 
Foul Architect that hadst not Eye to see 
How ill the measures of these States agree. 
And who by %o?nes example England lay, 
Those but to hucan do continue May. 
But the nor Ignorance nor seeming good 
Misled, but malice fixt and understood. 
Because some one than thee more worthy weares 
The sacred Laurel, hence are all these teares ? 
Must therefore all the World be set on flame, 
Because a Gazet writer mist his aim ? 
And for a Tankard-bearing Muse must we 
As for the Basket Quelphs and Qibellines be ? 



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Miscellanies 37 

When the Sword glitters ore the Judges head, 
And fear has Coward Churchmen silenced, 
Then is the Poets time, 'tis then he drawes, 
And single fights forsaken Vertues cause. 
He, when the wheel of Empire, whirleth back, 
And though the World disjointed Axel crack, 
Sings Still of ancient Rights and better Times, 
Seeks wretched good, arraigns successful Crimes. 
But thou base man first prostituted hast 
Our spotless knowledge and the studies chast. 
Apostatizing from out Arts and us, 
To turn the Chronicler to Spartacns. 
Yet wast thou taken hence with equal fate, 
Before thou couldst great Charles his death relate. 
But what will deeper wound thy litde mind, 
Hast left surviving Covenant still behind 
Who laughs to see in this thy death renew'd, 
Right Romane poverty and gratitude. 
Poor Poet thou, and grateful Senate they, 
Who thy last Reckoning did so largely pay. 
And with the publick gravity would come, 
When thou hadst drunk thy last to lead thee home. 
If that can be thy home where Spencer lyes 
And reverend Chancer^ but their dust does rise 
Against thee, and expels thee from their side, 
As th' Eagles Plumes from other birds divide. 
Nor here thy shade must dwell, Return, Return, 
Where SubphityTblegefon does ever burn. 
The Cerberus with all his Jawes shall gnash, 
Megcera thee with all her Serpents lash. 
Thou rivited unto Ixioris wheel 
Shalt break, and the perpetual Vulture feel. 
'Tis just what Torments Poets ere did feign, 
Thou first Historically shouldst sustain. 
Thus by irrevocable Sentence cast, 
May only Master of these Revels past. 
And streight he vanisht in a Cloud of pitch, 
Such as unto the Sabboth bears the Witch. 



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The Match. 
I. 

NAture had long a Treasure made 
Of all her choisest store ; 
Fearing, when She should be decay'd 
To beg in vain for more. 

II. 

Her OrienteH Colours there, 

And Essences most pure, 
With sweetest Perfumes hoarded were, 

All as she thought secure. 

III. 

She seldom them unlock'd, or us'd, 

But with the nicest care ; 
For, with one grain of them difTus'd, 

She could the World repair. 



IV. 

But likeness soon together drew 
What she did separate lay ; 

Of which one perfect Beauty grew, 
And that was Celia. 

V. 

Love wisely had of long fore-seen 
That he must once grow old ; 

And therefore stor'd a Magazine, 
To save him from the cold. 



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VI. 

He kept the several Cells repleat 

With Nitre thrice refin'd ; 
The Naphta's and the Sulphurs heat, 

And all that burns the Mind. 

VII. 

He fortifi'd the double Gate, 

And rarely thither came ; 
For, with one Spark of these, he streight 

All Nature could inflame. 

VIII. 

Till, by vicinity so long, 

A nearer Way they sought ; 
And, grown magnetically strong, 

Into each other wrought. 

IX. 

' Thus all his fewel did unite 
To make one tire high : 
None ever burn'd so hot, so bright : 
And Celia that am I. 

X. 

So we alone the happy resit, 

Whilst all the World is poor, 
And have within our Selves possest 

All Love's and Nature's store. 



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The Mower again ft Cjardens. 



Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, 
u Did after him the World seduce : 
And from the fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure, 

Where Nature was most plain and pure. 
He first enclos'd within the Gardens square 

A dead and standing pool of Air : 
And a more luscious Earth for them did knead, 

W r hich stupifi'd them while it fed. 
The Pink grew then as double as his Mind ; 

The nutriment did change the kind. 
With strange perfumes he did the Roses taint. 

And Flow'rs themselves were taught to paint. 
The Tulip, white, did for complexion seek ; 

And learn' d to interline its cheek : 
Its Onion root they then so high did hold, 

That one was for a Meadow sold. 
Another World was search'd, through Oceans new, 

To find the Marvel of ^Peru. 
And yet these Rarities might be allow'd, 

To Man, that sov'raign thing and proud ; 
Had he not dealt between the Bark and Tree, 

Forbidden mixtures there to see. 
No Plant now knew the Stock from which it came ; 

He grafts upon the Wild the Tame : 
That the uncertain and adult'rate fruit 

Might put the Palate in dispute. 
His green Seraglio has its Eunuchs too ; 

Lest any Tyrant him out-doe. 
And in the Cherry he does Nature vex, 

To procreate without a Sex. 
'Tis all enforc'd ; the Fountain and the Grot ; 

While the sweet Fields do lye forgot : 

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Where willing Nature does to all dispence 

A wild and fragrant Innocence : 
And Fanns and Faryes do the Meadows till, 

More by their presence then their skill. 
Their Statues polish'd by some ancient hand, 

May to adorn the Gardens stand : 
But howso'ere the Figures do excel, 

The Qods themselves with us do dwell. 



Damon the Mower. 
I. 

HEark how the Mower c Dawon Sung, 
With love of Juliana stung ! 
While ev'ry thing did seem to paint 
The Scene more fit for his complaint. 
Like her fair Eyes the day was fair ; 
But scorching like his am'rous Care. 
Sharp like his Sythe his Sorrow was, 
And wither'd like his Hopes the Grass. 

. II. 

Oh what unusual Heats are here, 
Which thus our Sun-burn'd Meadows sear ! 
The Grass-hopper its pipe gives ore ; 
And hamstring'd Frogs can dance no more. 
But in the brook the green Frog wades ; 
And Grass-hoppers seek out the shades. 
Only the Snake, that kept within, 
Now glitters in its second skin. 

III. 

This heat the Sun could never raise, 
Nor Dog-star so inflame's the dayes. 

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It from an higher Beauty grow'th, 
Which burns the Fields and Mower both : 
Which made the Dog, and makes the Sun 
Hotter then his own Phaeton. 
Not^///)' causeth these Extremes, 
hut. Juliana's scorching beams. 

IV. 

Tell me where I may pass the Fires 
Of the hot day, or hot desires. 
To what cool Cave shall I descend, 
Or to what gelid Fountain bend ? 
Alas ! I look for Ease in vain, 
W T hen Remedies themselves complain. 
No moisture but my Tears do rest, 
Nor Cold but in her Icy Breast. 



V. 



How long wilt Thou, fair Shepheardess, 
Esteem me, and my Presents less ? 
To Thee the harmless Snake I bring, 
Disarmed of its teeth and sting. 
To Thee Chameleons changing-hue, 
And Oak leaves tipt with hony due. 
Yet Thou ungrateful hast not sought 
Nor what they are, nor who them brought. 

VI. 

I am the Mower Damon, known 
Through all the Meadows I have mown. 
On me the Morn her dew distills 
Before her darling DarTadils. 
And, if at Noon my toil me heat, 
The Sun himself licks off my Sweat. 
While, going home, the Ev'ning sweet 
In cowslip-water bathes my feet. 



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VII. 

What, though the piping Shepherd Stock 
The plains with an unnum'red Flock, 
This Sithe of mine discovers wide 
More ground then all his Sheep do hide. 
With this the golden fleece I shear 
Of all these Closes ev'ry Year. 
And though in Wooll more poor then they, 
Yet am I richer far in Hay. 

VIII. 

Nor am I so deform'd to sight, 
If in my Sithe I looked right ; 
In which I see my Picture done, 
As in a crescent Moon the Sun. 
The deathless Fairyes take me oft 
To lead them in their Danses soft : 
And, when I tune my self to sing, 
About me they contract their Ring. 

IX. 

How happy might I still have mow'd, 
Had not Love here his Thistles sow'd ! 
But now I all the day complain, 
Joyning my Labour to my Pain ; 
And with my Sythe cut down the Grass, 
Yet Still my Grief is where it was : 
But, when the Iron blunter grows, 
Sighing I whet my Sythe and Woes. 

X. 

While thus he threw his Elbow round, 
Depopulating all the Ground, 
And, with his whistling Sythe, does cut 
Each Stroke between the Earth and Root, 

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The edged Stele by careless chance 
Did into his own Ankle glance ; 
And there among the Grass fell down, 
By his own Sythe, the Mower mown. 

XI. 

Alas ! said He, these hurts are slight 
To those that dye by Loves despight. 
With Shepherds-purse, and Clowns-all-heal, 
The Blood I Stanch, and Wound I seal. 
Only for him no Cure is found, 
Whom Julianas Eyes do wound. 
'Tis death alone that this must do : 
For Death thou art a Mower too. 



The Mower to the Qlo-Worms. 
I. 



Y 



E living Lamps, by whose dear light 
The Nightingale does sit so late, 



And studying all the Summer-night, 
Her matchless Songs does meditate ; 

II. 

Ye Country Comets, that portend 
No War, nor Prince's funeral, 
Shining unto no higher end 
Then to presage the Grasses fall ; 

m. 

Ye Glo-worms, whose officious Flame 
To wandring Mowers shows the way, 
That in the Night have lost their aim, 
And after foolish Fires do stray ; 



IV. 



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IV. 

Your courteous Lights in vain you wast, 
Since Juliana here is come, 
For She my Mind hath so displac'd 
That I shall never find my home. 



The Mower's Song. 
I. 

MY Mind was once the true survey 
Of all these Medows fresh and gay ; 
And in the greenness of the Grass 
Did see its Hopes as in a Glass ; 
When Juliana came, and She 
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me. 

II. 

But these, while I with Sorrow pine, 
Grew more luxuriant Still and fine ; 
That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd, 
But had a Flower on either side ; 
When Juliana came, and She 
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me. 

III. 

Unthankful Medows, could you so 
A fellowship so true forego, 
And in your gawdy May-games meet, 
While I lay trodden under feet ? 
When Juliana came, and She 
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me. 

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IV. 

But what you in Compassion ought, 
Shall now by my Revenge be wrought : 
And Flowr's, and Grass, and I and all, 
Will in one common Ruine fall. 
For Juliana comes, and She 
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me. 

V. 

And thus, ye Meadows, which have been 
Companions of my thoughts more green, 
Shall now the Heraldry become 
With which I shall adorn my Tomb ; 
For Juliana comes, and She 
What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me. 



Ametas and Thestylis making Hay-Ropes. 

I. 

Ametas. 

THink'st Thou that this Love can stand, 
Whilst Thou still dost say me nay ? 
Love unpaid does soon disband : 
Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay. 

II. 

Theftylis. 

Think'st Thou that this Rope would twine 
If we both should turn one way ? 
Where both parties so combine, 
Neither Love will twist nor Hay. 

III. 



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III. 



Ametas. 

Thus you vain Excuses find, 
Which your selve and us delay : 
And Love tyes a Woman's Mind 
Looser then with Ropes of Hay. 

IV. 

Theliylis. 

What you cannot constant hope 
Must be taken as you may. 

V. 

Ametas. 

Then let's both lay by our Rope, 
And go kiss within the Hay. 



Musicks Empire. 
I. 

First was the World as one great Cymbal made, 
Where Jarring Windes to infant Nature plaid. 
All Musick was a solitary sound, 
To hollow Rocks and murm'ring Fountains bound. 

H. 

Jubal first made the wilder Notes agree ; 
And Jubal tun' d Musicks Jubilee : 
He call'd the Eccboes from their sullen Cell, 
And built the Organs City where they dwell. 

III. 



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III. 

Each sought a consort in that lovely place ; 
And Virgin Trebles wed the manly Base. 
From whence the Progeny of numbers new 
Into harmonious Colonies withdrew. 

IV. 

Some to the Lute, some to the Viol went, 
And others chose the Cornet eloquent. 
These practising the Wind, and those the Wire, 
To sing Mens Triumphs, or in Heavens quire. 

V. 

Then Musick, the Mosaique of the Air, 
Did of all these a solemn noise prepare : 
With which She gain'd the Empire of the Ear, 
Including all between the Earth and Sphear. 

VII. 

Victorious sounds ! yet here your Homage do 
Unto a gentler Conqueror then you ; 
Who though he flies the Musick of his praise, 
Would with you Heavens Hallelujahs raise. 



The Qarden. 
I. 

HOW vainly men themselves amaze 
To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes ; 
And their uncessant Labours see 
Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, 
Whose short and narrow verged Shade 
Does prudently their Toyles upbraid ; 

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While all Flow'rs and all Trees do close 
To weave the Garlands of repose. 



II. 



Fair quiet, have I found thee here, 
And Innocence thy Sister dear ! 
Mistaken long, I sought you then 
In busie Companies of Men. 
Your sacred Plants, if here below, 
Only among the Plants will grow. 
Society is all but rude, 
To this delicious Solitude. 

III. 

No white nor red was ever seen 

So am'rous as this lovely green. 

Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame, 

Cut in these Trees their Mistress name. 

Little, Alas, they know, or heed, 

How far these Beauties Hers exceed ! 

Fair Trees ! where s'eer you barkes I wound, 

No Name shall but your own be found. 

IV. 

When we have run our Passions heat, 
Love hither makes his best retreat. 
The Gods, that mortal Beauty chase, 
Still in a Tree did end their race. 
Apollo hunted Daphne so, 
Only that She might Laurel grow. 
And Pan did after Syrinx speed, 
Not as a Nymph, but for a Reed. 

V. 

What wond'rous Life in this I lead ! 
Ripe Apples drop about my head ; 



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The Luscious Clusters of the Vine 
Upon my Mouth do crush their Wine ; 
The Neclaren, and curious Peach, 
Into my hands themselves do reach ; 
Stumbling on Melons, as I pass, 
Insnar'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grass. 

VI. 

Mean while the Mind, from pleasure less, 

Withdraws into its happiness : 

The Mind, that Ocean where each kind 

Does streight its own resemblance find ; 

Yet it creates, transcending these, 

Far other Worlds, and other Seas ; 

Annihilating all that's made 

To a green Thought in a green Shade. 

VII. 

Here at the Fountains sliding foot, 
Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, 
Casting the Bodies Vest aside, 
My Soul into the boughs does glide : 
There like a Bird it sits, and sings, 
Then whets, and combs its silver Wings ; 
And, till prepar'd for longer flight, 
Waves in its Plumes the various Light. 

VIII. 

Such was that happy Garden-state, 
While Man there walk'd without a Mate : 
After a Place so pure, and sweet, 
What other Help could yet be meet ! 
But 'twas beyond a Mortal's share 
To wander solitary there : 
Two Paradises 'twere in one 
To live in Paradise alone. 



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IX. 

How well the skilful Gardner drew 
Of flow'rs and herbes this Dial new ; 
Where from above the milder Sun 
Does through a fragrant Zodiack run ; 
And, as it works, th' industrious Bee 
Computes its time as well as we. 
How could such sweet and wholsome Hours 
Be reckon'd but with herbs and flow'rs ! 



Hortus. 

QUisnam adeo, mortale genus , pracordia vers at ? 
Heu ^alma, Laurique furor, vel simplick Herb a ! 
Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una labores ; 
Tempora nee foliis pracingat tota malignis. 
^Dum simul implexi, tranquilla ad serta Quiatis, 
Omnigeni coeunt F lores, integraque Sylva. 

Alma Qiues, teneo te I & te Qermana Quietis 
Simplicitas I Vos ergo diu per Temp la, per urbes, 
Quasivi, Regum per que alt a Palatiafrulfra. 
Sed vos Hotrorum per opaca silentia longe 
Celarant Tlanta virides, <& concolor Umbra. 

! mihi si veffros liceat violasse recessus. 
Erranti, lasso, & vita melioris anhelo, 
Municipem servate novum, votoque potitum , 
F rondos a Cives opt ate inflorea Regna. 

Me qu que, vos Musas, e>% te conscie teffor Apollo, 
Non Armentajuvant hominum, Circique boatus, 
Mugitusve Fori ; sed me Penetralia verk, 
Horroresque trahunt mutt, & Confortia sola. 

Virginea quern non smpendit Cj rati a forma ? 
Quam candore ^Qves vincentum, OBrumque rubore, 
VesJra tamen viridis superet {mejudice) Virtus. 
J\ec foliis certare Coma, necTSrachia ramh, 

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thQcpossint tremulos voces (square susurros. 

Ah quoties scevos vidi {quis credat?) Amantes 
Sculpentes Tfomina potiori in cortice nomen ? 
V^ec pudnit tninch inscribere vulmra sacris. 
Aft Ego, si veftras unquam temeravero Stirpes, 
T^ulla Neasra, Chloe, Faustina, Corynna, legetur 
In propria sed quceque libro signabitur Arbos. 
charce Platanus, Cyparissus, Populus, Ulnus ! 

Hie Amor, exuth crepidatus inatnbnlat a/is, 
Enerves arcus & ftridnla tela reponens, 
Invertitque faces , nee se cupit usque timeri ; 
Aut experrectusjacet, indormitque pharetra ; 
CN^on auditurus quanquam Cytherea vocarit ; 
Nequitias referuut nee somnia vana priores. 

Latantur Superi, defervescente Tyranno, 
Et licet experti toties Nymphasque Deasque, 
Arbore nunc melius potiuntur quisque cupita. 
Jupiter annosam, ncglefta conjuge, Quercum 
^Deperit ; baud alia doluit sic pell ice Juno. 
Lemniacum temerant veftigia nulla Cubile, 
C^^ec Veneris Mavors meminit si Fraxinus ad sit. 
Formosa pressit Daphnes vestigia Phasbus 
Ut fere t Lauras ; sed nil quasiverat ultra. 
Capripes & peteret quod Pan Syringa fugacem, 
Hoc erat ut Calamum posset reperire Sonorum. 



Desunt multa. 

J^ec tu, Opifex horti , grato sine carmine abibis : 
Glut brevibus plantis , & la to ft 'ore, notafti 
Crescentes boras, atque intervalla diei. 
Sol ibi candidior flagranti a Sign a per err at ; 
Proque truci Tauro, Hriclo pro forcipe Cancri, 
Securk violaque rosaque allabitur umbris. 
Sedula quin & Apis, mellito intenta labori, 
Horologo sua pens a thy mo Signare videtur. 
Temporis suaves lapsus ! Otia sana I 
Herbis digna numerari & Floribus Hora ! 



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To a Gentleman that only upon the sight of the Au- 
thor's writing, had given a Character of his Person 
and Judgment of his Fortune. 

Il/usJrissimo Vero 

'Domino Lance loto Josepho de Maniban 

Grammatomantis. 

QUuposthac chart a committat sensa loquaci, 
Si sua crediderit Fata subesse stylo ? 
Conscia siprodat Scribentis Eitera sortem, 

Quicquid & in vita pirn latuhse velit ? 
Flexibus in calami tamen omnia sponte legnntur : 

Quod non significant Verba, Figura notat. 
Bellerophonteas signat sibi quisque Tabellas ; 

Ignaramque Manum Spiritus intus agit. 
J^ij prater solitum sapiebat Epitfola nostra, 

Exemplumque mea Simplicitatk erat. 
Fabulajucundos qua/is deleclat Amicos ; 

Urbe, lepore, novis, carmine tota scatens. 
Hie tamen interpres quo non securior alter, 

(Non res, non voces, non ego notus ei) 
%imatur fibras notularum cautus Arufpex, 

Scripturaque inhians consulit exta mea. 
Inde ffatim vita casus, animique re cess us 

Exp Heat ; (baud Genio p/ura liquere putem.) 
Distribuit to turn nostris eventibus orbem, 

Et quo me rapiat cardine Sphaera docet. 
Qua Sol oppositus, qua Mars adversa minetur, 
""Jupiter aut ubi me, Luna, Venusquey>^<?«/. 
Ut truck intentet mihi vulnera Cauda Draconis ; 

Vipereo levet ut vulnera more Caput. 
Hinc mihi prater iti rati ones at que futuri 
Elicit ; Astrologus certior Astronomo. 



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Ut conjefturas nequeam discernere vero, 

Hiftoria superet sed Cjeniturafidem. 
Usque adeo cafli resf>ondet pagina noftra, 

Aftrorum & nexus syllaba scripta rejert. 
Scilicet & toti sub sunt Or acuta mundo, 

c Dummodo tot foliis una Sibylla foret. 
Tar turn, For tuna mater U^atura, propinquum 

Mille modh monftrat mi lie per indicia : 
Jngentemque Uterum qua moleTuerpera solvat ; 

Vivit at in pr a sens maxima pars hominum. 
Aft Tu sorte tua gaude Celeberrime Vatum ; 

Scribe, sed baud supereft qui tua fata legat. 
U^oftra tarn en si fas pmsagiajungere veftris, 

Quo magis inspexti sjdera §pemis humum. 
Et, nisi ftellarum fur is divinapropago , 

Naupliada credam te Palamede satum. 
Qui dedit ex avium scriptoria signa volatu, 

Sjdereaque idem nobilis artefuit. 
Mine utriusque tibi cognata scientia crevit, 

ZNtec minus augurium Litem quam datAvis. 



Fleckno, an English Trie ft at Rome. 

OBlig'd by the frequent visits of this man, 
Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, 
I for some branch of Melchi^edeck took, 
(Though he derives himself from my Lord'Brooke) 
I sought his Lodging ; which is at the Sign 
Of the sad Telican ; Subject divine 
For Poetry : There three Stair-Cases high, 
Which signifies his triple property, 
I found at last a Chamber, as 'twas said, 
But seem'd a Coffin set on the Stairs head. 
Not higher than Seav'n, nor larger then three feet ; 
Only there was nor Seeling, nor a Sheet, 

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Save that th' ingenious Door did as you come 
Turn in, and shew to Wainscot half the Room. 
Yet of his State no man could have complain'd ; 
There being no Bed where he entertain'd : 
And though within one Cell so narrow pent, 
He'd Stanza's for a whole Appartement. 

Straight without further information, 
In hideous verse, he, and a dismal tone, 
Begins to exercise ; as if I were 
Possest ; and sure the 'Devil brought me there. 
But I, who now imagin'd my self brought 
To my last Tryal, in a serious thought 
Calm'd the disorders of my youthful Breast, 
And to my Martyrdom prepared Rest. 
Only this frail Ambition did remain, 
The last distemper of the sober Brain, 
That there had been some present to assure 
The future Ages how I did indure : 
And how I, silent, turn'd my burning Ear 
Towards the Verse ; and when that could not hear, 
Held him the other ; and unchanged yet, 
Ask'd still for more, and pray'd him to repeat : 
Till the Tyrant, weary to persecute, 
Left off, and try'd t' allure me his Lute. 

Now as two Instruments, to the same key 
Being tun'd by Art, if the one touched be 
The other opposite as soon replies, 
Mov'd by the Air and hidden Sympathies ; 
So while he with his gouty Fingers craules 
Over the Lute, his murmuring Belly calls, 
Whose hungry Guts to the same streightness twin'd 
In Echo to the trembling Strings repin'd. 

I, that perceiv'd now what his Musick ment, 
Ask'd civilly if he had eat this Lent. 
He answered yes ; with such, and such an one. 
For he has this of gen'rous, that alone 
He never feeds ; save only when he tryes 
With gristly Tongue to dart the passing Flyes. 



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I ask'd if he eat flesh. And he, that was 
So hungry that though ready to say Mass 
Would break his fast before, said he was Sick, 
And th' Ordinance was only Politick. 
Nor was I longer to invite him : Scant 
Happy at once to make him Protestant, 
And Silent. Nothing now Dinner stay'd 
But till he had himself a Body made. 
I mean till he were drest : for else so thin 
He stands, as if he only fed had been 
With consecrated Wafers : and the Host 
Hath sure more flesh and blood then he can boast. 
This "Basso %elievo of a Man, 
Who as a Camel tall, yet easly can 
The Needles Eye thread without any stitch, 
(His only impossible is to be rich) 
Lest his too suttle Body, growing rare, 
Should leave his Soul to wander in the Air, 
He therefore circumscribes himself in rimes ; 
And swaddled in's own papers seaven times, 
Wears a close Jacket of poetick Buff, 
With which he doth his third Dimension Stuff. 
Thus armed underneath, he over all 
Does make a primitive Sotana fall ; 
And above that yet casts an antick Cloak, 
Worn at the first Counsel of Antioch ; 
Which by the Jeivs long hid, and Disesteem'd, 
He heard of by Tradition, and redeem'd. 
But were he not in this black habit deck't, 
This half transparent Man would soon reflect 
Each colour that he past by ; and be seen. 
As the Chamelion, yellow, blew, or green. 
He drest, and ready to disfurnish now 
His Chamber, whose compactness did allow 
No empty place for complementing doubt, 
But who came last is forc'd first to go out ; 
I meet one on the Stairs who made me stand, 
Stopping the passage, and did him demand : 



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I answer'd he is here Sir ; but you see 

You cannot pass to him but thorow me. 

He thought himself affronted ; and reply'd, 

I whom the Pallace never has deny'd 

Will make the way here ; I said Sir you'l do 

Me a great favour, for I seek to go. 

He gathring fury still made sign to draw ; 

But himself there clos'd in a Scabbard saw 

As narrow as his Sword's ; and I, that was 

Delightful, said there can no Body pass 

Except by penetration hither, where 

Two make a crowd, nor can three Persons here 

Consist but in one substance. Then, to fit 

Our peace, the Priest said I too had some wit : 

To prov't, I said, the place doth us invite 

But its own narrowness, Sir, to unite. 

He ask'd me pardon ; and to make me way 

Went down, as I him follow'd to obey. 

But the propitiatory Priest had straight 

Oblig'd us, when below, to celebrate 

Together our attonement : so increas'd 

Betwixt us two the Dinner to a Feast. 

Let it suffice that we could eat in peace ; 
And that botii Poems did and Quarrels cease 
During the Table ; though my new made Friend 
Did, as he threatened, ere 'twere long intend 
To be both witty and valiant : I loth, 
Said 'twas too late, he was already both. 

But now, Alas, my first Tormentor came, 
Who satisfy'd with eating, but not tame 
Turns to recite ; though Judges most severe 
After th' Assizes dinner mild appear, 
And on full stomach do condemn but few : 
Yet he more stricf my sentence doth renew ; 
And draws out of the black box of his Breast 
Ten quire of paper in which he was drest. 
Yet that which was a greater cruelty 
Then Nero's Poem he calls charity : 



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And so thzTe/ican at his door hung 
Picks out the tender bosome to its young. 
Of all his Poems there he stands ungirt 
Save only two foul copies for his shirt : 
Yet these he promises as soon as clean. 
But how I loath'd to see my Neighbour glean 
Those papers, which he pilled from within 
Like white fleaks rising from a Leaper's skin ! 
More odious then those raggs which the French youth 
At ordinaries after dinner show'th, 
When they compare their Chancres 2S\6. c Voulains. 
Yet he first kist them, and after takes pains 
To read ; and then, because he understood (good. 
Not one Word, thought and swore that they were 
But all his praises could not now appease 
The provok't Author, whom it did displease 
To hear his Verses, by so just a curse, 
That were ill made condemn'd to be read worse : 
And how (impossible) he made yet more 
Absurdityes in them then were before. 
For he his untun'd voice did fall or raise 
As a deaf Man upon a Viol playes, 
Making the half points and the periods run 
Confus'der then the atomes in the Sun. 
Thereat the Poet swell'd, with anger full, 
And roar'd out, like Terillm in's own 'Bull ; 
Sir you read false. That any one but you 
Should know the contrary. Whereat, I, now 
Made Mediator, in my room, said, Why ? 
To say that you read false Sir is no Lye. 
Thereat the waxen Youth relented straight ; 
But saw with sad dispair that was too late. 
For the disdainful Poet was retir'd 
Home, his most furious Satyr to have fir'd 
Against the Rebel ; who, at this struck dead, 
Wept bitterly as disinherited. 
Who should commend his Mistress now ? Or who 
Praise him ? both difficult indeed to do 



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With truth. I counsell'd him to go in time, 
Ere the fierce Poets anger turn'd to rime. 
He hasted ; and I, finding my self free, 
As one scap't strangely from Captivity, 
Have made the Chance be painted ; and go now 
To hang it in Saint Jeter's for a Vow. 



c Dignissimo suo Amico c DoCtori Wittie. 
De Translatione Vulgi Ettot\im e D. c Primrosii. 

NEmpe sic hmumero sue ere s cunt agmine libri, 
Sapia vix toto utjam natet una mari. 
Fortius assidni surgunt a vulnere pmli : 

Quoque magh press a eft, autfior Hydra redit. 
Heu quibm Anticyris, quibm eft sanabilis herbh 

hnproba scribendi peftis , avarus amor ! 
India sola tenet tanti medicamina morbi, 

T)icitur & noftris ingemuisse malis. 
Utile Tabacci dedit ilia miserta venerium, 

Acci veratro quod meliora poteft. 
Jamque vides olidas libris fumare popinas : 
U\(aribus O dottis quam pretiosns odor ! 
Hdc ego pracipua credo herbam dote pi ace re , 

Hinc turn has nebulas "Doctor in aftra vehit. 
Ah mea quid tandem fades timidissima chart a ? 

Exequias Siticenjam par at usque tuas. 
Hunc subeas librum Sansti ceu limen asyli, 

Quern neque delebit fiamma, nee irajovis. 



s 



To his worthy Friend Potior Witty upon his 
Translation of the Popular Errors. 

IT further, and make room for thine own fame, 
Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name 

K 2 The 



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The good Interpreter. Some in this task 
Take of the Cypress vail, but leave a mask, 
Changing the Latine, but do more obscure 
That sence in English which was bright and pure. 
So of Translators they are Authors grown, 
For ill Translators make the Book their own. 
Others do strive with words and forced phrase 
To add such lustre, and so many rayes, 
That but to make the Vessel shining, they 
Much of the precious Metal rub away. 
He is Translations thief that addeth more, 
As much as he that taketh from the Store 
Of the first Author. Here he maketh blots 
That mends ; and added beauties are but spots. 

Calia whose English doth more richly flow 
Then Tagus, purer then dissolved snow, 
And sweet as are her lips that speak it, she 
Now learns the tongues of France and Italy ; 
But she is Calia still : no other grace 
But her own smiles commend that lovely face ; 
Her native beauty's not Italianated, 
Nor her chaste mind into the French translated : 
Her thoughts are English, though her sparkling wit 
With other Language doth them fitly fit. 

Translators learn of her : but stay I slide 
Down into Error with the Vulgar tide ; 
Women must not teach here : the Doctor doth 
Stint them to Cawdles Almond-milk, and Broth. 
Now I reform, and surely so will all 
Whose happy Eyes on thy Translation fall, 
I see the people hastning to thy Book, 
Liking themselves the worse the more they look, 
And so disliking, that they nothing see 
Now worth the liking, but thy Book and thee. 
And (if I Judgment have) I censure right ; 
For something guides my hand that I must write. 
You have Translations statutes best fulfiTd. 
That handling neither sully nor would guild. 



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On Mr. Milton's Paradise loft. 

WHen I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, 
In slender Book his vast Design unfold, 
Messiah Crown'd, CJods Reconcil'd Decree, 
Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree, 
Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All ; the Argument 
Held me awhile misdoubting his Intent, 
That he would mine (for I saw him Strong) 
The sacred Truths to Fable and old Song, 
(So Sampson groap'd the Temples Posts in spight) 
The World o'rewhelming to revenge his Sight. 

Yet as I read, soon growing less severe, 
I lik'd his Project, the success did fear ; 
Through that wide Field how he his way should find 
O're which lame Faith leads Understanding blind ; 
Lest he perplext the things he would explain, 
And what was easie he should render vain. 

Or if a Work so infinite he spann'd, 
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand 
(Such as disquiet alwayes what is well, 
And by ill imitating would excell) 
Might hence presume the whole Creations day 
To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play. 

Pardon me, mighty Toet, nor despise 
My causeless, yet not impious, surmise. 
But I am now convinc'd, and none will dare 
Within thy Labours to pretend a Share. 
Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit, 
And all that was improper dost omit : 
So that no room is here for Writers left, 
But to dete£t their Ignorance or Theft. 

That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign 
Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. 

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And things divine thou treats of in such State 
As them preserves, and Thee inviolate. 
At once delight and horrour on us seize, 
Thou singst with so much gravity and ease ; 
And above humane flight dost soar aloft, 
With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft. 
Tht'B/rdnzm'd from thztTaradise you sing 
So never Flags, but alwaies keeps on Wing. 

Where couldst thou Words of such a compass find ? 
Whence furnish such a vast expense of Mind ? 
just Heav'n Thee, like Tiresias, to requite, 
Rewards with Tropbesie thy loss of Sight. 

Well might thou scorn thy Readers to allure 
With tinkling Rhime, of thy own Sense secure ; 
While the Town-TSays writes all the while and spells, 
And like a Pack-Horse tires without his Bells. 
Their Fancies like our bushy Points appear, 
The Poets tag them ; we for fashion wear. 
I too transported by the Mode offend, 
And while I meant toT raise thee, must Commend. 
Thy verse created like thy Theme sublime, 
In Number, Weight, and Measure, needs not Kbime. 



c 



Inscribenda Luparse. 

Onsurgit hup2Li^ c Dum non imitabik culm en, 
Escuriale ingens uritur invidia. 

Aliter. 



Regibus hacposuit Ludovicus Temp la futuris ; 
Qratior aft ipsi CzSttzfuere c Domus. 

Aliter. 

Hanc sibi Sydeream Ludovicus condidit Aulam ; 
PQc sepropterea credidit esse Deum. 

Aliter. 



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Aliter. 

Atria miraru, summotumqiie JEthera setto ; 
tf^Qf tamen in toto eft arclior Orbe Casa. 

Aliter. 

Inffituente domum Ludovico, prodiit Orbk ; 
Sic tamen anguffos incolit ille Lares. 

Aliter. 

Sunt gemina> Jani 'Porta, sunt Tetfa Tonantis ; 
U^Qf deerit Numen dum Ludovicus adecl. 



Upon an Eunuch ; a Toet. 
Fragment. 

NEC fterilem te crede ; licet, mulieribus exul, 
Falcem Virginia nequeas immitere messi, 
Et noBra peccare modo. Tibi Fama perenne 
Tragnabit ; rapiesque novem de monse Sorores ; 
Etpariet modulos Echo repitita Nepotes. 



In the French translation of Lucan, by Monsieur 
IDelSrebeuf 'are these Verses. 

C'Eft de luj que nous vient cet Art ingenieux 
'De peindre laTarole, et deparler aua Yeux ; 
Et, paries traits divers de figures tracees, 
T>onner de la couleur et du corps auxpensees. 



Translated 



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Translated. 

Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete pliimas 
Insinuare sonos oculis, & pingere voces, 
Et mentem chartii, oculis impertiit aurem. 



Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor. 2. 

Stet quicunque volet potens 
Aula culmine lubrico &c. 



Translated. 

Climb at Court for me that will 
Tottering favors Pinacle ; 
All I seek is to lye Still. 
Settled in some secret Nest 
In calm Leisure let me rest ; 
And far of the publick Stage 
Pass away my silent Age. 
Thus when without noise, unknown, 
I have liv'd out all my span, 
I shall dye, without a groan, 
An old honest Country man. 
Who expos'd to others Ey's, 
Into his own Heart ne'r pry's, 
Death to him's a Strange surprise 



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<b 



Janae Oxenbrigiae Epitaphium. 

JUxtahocMarmor, breve Mortalitatis speculum, Exuvia 
jacent Janas Oxenbrigiae. Qua nobili, si id dixisse 
attinet, paterno Butleriorum, materno Claveringiorum 
genere orta, Johanni Oxenbrigio Colkgii hujiis socio nup- 
sit. Trofperorum deinceps et odversorum ei Consors fidelis- 
sima. Quern, %eligionis causa aberrantem, Usque adincer- 
tam Bermudas Insulam secuta : Zh(ec Alare vastum, nee 
tempe states horridasexhorruit\sed , delicato Corporequosnon 
Labores ex antlavit ? qua non, obivit Itinera ? Tantum Ma- 
riti potuit Amor, sed magis Dei. Tandem cum, (redeunte 
conscientiarum libertate) inpatriam redua, magnam partem 
Anglias cum Marito pervagata ; qui latus undequaque de 
novo disseminabat Evangelium. Ipsa maximum miniflerii 
sui decus, & antiqua modeffia eandem animarum capturam 
domi, quam ille for is exercens ,hic tandem divino nutucumil- 
lo consedit : Ubi pie tat is erga Deum, conjugalis <&* mater ni 
affecfus, ergaproximos charitatis , omnium denique Virtutum 
ChriStianarum Exemplum degebatinimitabile. c Donecquin- 
que annorum hydrope labor ans , per lentaincrementaultrahu- 
mani corporis modum intumuit. Animainterim fpei plena , fi- 
deiingens, Stagnant! humorum diluvio tranquille vehebatur. Et 
tandem ,poH 3 7. peregrinationis annos,z$ Apr. Anno 1658. 
EvolavitadCalos, tan quam Coiumba ex Area Corporis: Cu- 
jus semper dulci, semper amara memoria, Moerens Maritus 
posuit. Flentibusjuxta quatuor liber is, Daniele, Bathshua, 
Elizabetha, Maria. 



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& 



Johannis Trottii Epitaphium. 

Char is si mo Fi/io Sec. 
Tater & Mater Sec. 
funebrem tabidam curavimus. 

{ Ge Marmor, & pro soli fa tua humanitate, 
^Ke j inter'T?arentum c Dolorem <& ModeHiam 
Supprimantur praclari Juvenis merita laudes) 
Effare johannis Trotii breve Elogium. 
Erat file totus Candidus fPolitw , Solidus, 
Ultra vel Tarii Mar m oris metaphor am , 
Et Qemmci Sculpt dignus, non Lapide : 
E Schola Wintoniensi ad Academiam Oxonii, 

Inde tf^Interioris TcmipliHofpitiumgradumfecerat: 
Summce Spei, Summa Indolis, ubique veHigia reliquit; 
Supra Sexum VenuHus, 
Supra JEtatem c Doc~tus, 
Ingeniosus supra Fidem. 
Etjam vicesimum tertium annum inierat, 
Tulcherrimo undequaque vita profpeffu, 
Quern Mors immatura obHruxit. 
Ferales Tusfula; Corpus tarn affabre facJum 
Ludibrio habuere, & vivo incruftarunt sepulchro. 
Anima evasit Eibera, JEterna, Falix, 
Et morti insultans 
Mortalem Sortem cum Fcenore accipiet. 

Nos interim, meri vefyillones, 
Tarentes Filia extra ordinemTarentantes, 
Subtm ingentilitio crypta reliquias composuimm , 
Ipsi eandem ad Dei nutum subituri. 
Natus esJ Sec. Mortuus &c. reviviscet 
Trimo %esurrecJionis. 



To 



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TO 



Sir John Trott 



Honoured Sir, 

I Have not that vanity to believe, if you weigh your 
late Loss by the common ballance, that any thing 
I can write to you should lighten your resentments : 
nor if you measure things by the rule of Christianity, 
do I think it needful to comfort you in your own du- 
ty and your Sons happiness. Only having a great 
esteem and affe&ion for you, and the grateful memo- 
ry of him that is departed being still green and fresh 
upon my Spirit, I cannot forbear to inquire how you 
have stood the second shock at your sad meeting of 
Friends in the Country. I know that the very sight 
of those who have been witnesses of our better For- 
tune, doth but serve to reinforce a Calamity. I know 
the contagion of grief, and infection of Tears, and es- 
pecially when it runs in a blood. And I my self could 
sooner imitate then blame those innocent relentings 
of Nature, so that they spring from tenderness only 
and humanity, not from an implacable sorrow. The 
Tears of a family may flow together like those little 
drops that compact the Rainbow, and if they be plac'd 
with the same advantage towards Heaven as those are 
to the Sun, they too have their splendor : and like 
that bow while they unbend into seasonable showers, 
yet they promise that there shall not be a second flood. 
But the dissoluteness of grief , the prodigality of sorrow 
is neither to be indulg'd in a mans self, nor comply'd 
within others. If that were allowable in these cases, 
Eli's was the readiest way and highest complement of 

mourning, 
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mourning, who fell back from his seat and broke his 
neck. But neither does that precedent hold. For 
though he had been Chancellor, and in effect King of 
lsrael y ioi so many years; and such men value as them- 
selves so their losses at an higher rate then others; yet 
when he heard that Israel was overcome, that his two 
Sons Hophni zndThineas were slain in one day, and saw 
himself so without hope of Issue, and which imbitter- 
ed it further without succession to the Government, 
yet he fell not till the News that the Ark of God was 
taken. I pray God that we may never have the same 
paralel perfected in our publick concernments. Then 
we shall need all the strength of Grace and Nature to 
support us. But upon a private loss, and sweetned 
with so many circumstances as yours, to be impatient, 
to be uncomfortable, would be to dispute with God 
and beg the question. Though in respeft of an on- 
ly gourd an only Son be inestimable, yet in compari- 
son to God man bears a thousand times less proporti- 
on : so that it is like Jonah's sin to be angry at God for 
the withering of his Shadow. Zipporah, though the 
delay had almost cost her husband his life, yet when 
he did but circumcise her Son, in a womanish pevish- 
ness reproacht Moses as a bloody husband. But if God 
take the Son himself, but spare the Father, shall we 
say that he is a bloody God. He that gave his own 
Son, may he not take ours? 'Tis pride that makes a Re- 
bel. And nothing but the over- weening of our selves 
and our own things that raises us against divine Pro- 
vidence. Whereas Abraham's obedience was better then 
Sacrifice. And if God please to accept both, it is in- 
deed a farther Tryal, but a greater honour. I could 
say over upon this beaten occasion most of those les- 
sons of morality and religion that have been so often 
repeated and are as soon forgotten. We abound with 
precept, but we want examples. You, Sir, that have 
all these things in your memory, and the clearness of 
whose Judgment is not to be obscured by any greater 

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interposition, it remains that you be exemplary to o- 
thers in your own practice. 'Tis true, it is an hard task 
to learn and teach at the same time. And, where your 
self are the experiment, it is as if a man should dissect 
his own body and read the Anatomy Lecture. But 
I will not heighten the difficulty while I advise the at- 
tempt. Only, as in difficult things, you will do well 
to make use of all that may strengthen and assist you. 
The word of God : The society of good men : and 
the books of the Ancients. There is one way more, 
which is by diversion, business, and activity ; which 
are also necessary to be used in their season. But I my 
self, who live to so little purpose, can have little au- 
thority or ability to advise you in it, who are a Person 
that are and may be much more so generally useful. 
All that I have been able to do since, hath been to write 
this sorry Elogie of your Son, which if it be as good 
as I could wish, it is as yet no undecent imployment. 
However I know you will take any thing kindly from 
your very affectionate friend and most humble Ser- 
vant. 



Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium. 

Charissimo Filio 
Edmundo Trotio 
Tosuimus Tater & Mater 
Fruftra superstates. 

IEgiteTarentes, vanksimm hotmnum or do, 
u Figuli FUiormn, Sub struct ores Hominium, 
Far tores Opum, Longi Spera tores, 
Ft no sir o, si fas, sapite infortimio. 

Fuit Edmundus Trottius. 
E quatnor mascula sJirpis residum, 
Staturajusia, Forma virili, specie eximia, 



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Medio juventuth %obore simul & Flore, 
Afpeftu, In cessu, sermone juxta amabilk, 
Et si quid ultra Cineri pretium addit. 
Honefia c Disciplina domi imbutus, 

Teregre profetfus 
Qenerosis Artibm Animum 
Et exercitiis Corpus fir maverat. 
Circaam Insulam, Scopulos Sirenum 

Traternavigavit, 
Et in hoc naufragio morum & saculi 
Solus per dider at nihil, auxit plurimum . 

Hinc erga Deum pietate , 
Erga nos Am ore & Obsequio, 
Comitate erga Omnes, & intra se ModeHia 
Insignis, & quant avis for tuna capax : 
'Delitia JEqualium, Senum Tlausus, 
Oculi ^arentum, {nunc, ah, Lachryma) 
In eo tandem peccavit quod mor talk. 

Et fataliTuBularum morbo afyersus, 
Fatttis eft 
(Ut vera Laudis Invidiam ficio Convitio I eve mm) 
Troditor Amicorum ^arricida Parent urn, 

Familia Spongia : 
Et ZN^atura invertens ordinem 

T^ojiri suique Contemptor, 
Mundi T>esertor, defecit ad Deum. 
Undecimo Auguffi ; JEra ChrisJa 1667. 
Talis quum fuerit Calo non invidemus. 



An Epitaph upon 

HEre under rests the body of , who in 

his life-time reflected all the lustre he derived 
from his Family, and recompens'd the Honour of his 
Descent by his Virtue. For being of an excellent Na- 
ture, he cultivated it nevertheless by all the best means 

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of improvement : nor left any spot empty for the 
growth of Pride, or Vanity. So that, although he 
was polished to the utmost perfection, he appeared 
only as a Mirrour for others, not himself to look in. 
Chearful without Gall, Sober without Formality, Pru- 
dent without Stratagem ; and Religious without Af- 
fectation. He neither neglected, nor yet pretended to 
Business : but as he loved not to make work, so not 
to leave it imperfect He understood, but was not 
enamour'd of Pleasure. He never came before in Inju- 
ry, nor behind in Courtesie : nor found sweetness in 
any Revenge but that of Gratitude. He so studiously 
discharged the obligations of a Subject, a Son, a Friend, 
and an Husband, as if those relations could have con- 
sisted only on his part. Having thus walked upright, 
and easily through this World, nor contributed by any 
excess to his Mortality; yet Death took him: where- 
in therefore, as his last Duty, he signaled the more 
his former Life with all the Decency and Recumbence 
of a departing Christian. 



An Epitaph upon- 



E 



Nough : and leave the rest to Fame. 

/'Tis to commend her but to name. 
Courtship, which living she declin'd, 
When dead to offer were unkind. 
Where never any could speak ill, 
Who would officious Praises spill ? 
Nor can the truest Wit or Friend, 
Without Detracting, her commend. 
To say she liv'd a Virgin chast, 
In this Age loose and all unlac't ; 
Nor was, when Vice is so allow'd, 
Of Virtue or asham'd, or proud ; 



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That her Soul was on Heaven so bent 
No Minute but it came and went ; 
That ready her last Debt to pay 
She summ'd her Life up ev'ry day ; 
Modest as Morn ; as Mid-day bright ; 
Gentle as Ev'ning ; cool as Night ; 
'Tis true : but all so weakly said ; 
'Twere more Significant, She's 'Dead. 



Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum 
Et Bilboreum. Farfacio. 

CErnis ut ingenti diSlinguant limite campum 
Month Amos clivi r Bilboreiquejuga I 
Ilk Hat indomitus turritis undique saxis : 

Cingit huic latum Fraxinus alta Caput, 
llli petra minax rigidis cervicibus horret : 

Huic quatiunt virides lenia eollajubas. 
Fulcit Atlanteo Rupes ea vertice ccelos : 

Co His at hie humeros subjicit Herculeos. 
Hie ceu carceribus visum sjlvaque coerce t : 

llle Oculos alter dum quasi meta trahit. 
Llle (jiganteum surgit ceu Pelion Ossa : 

Hie agit ut Pindi culmine Nympha choros. 
Ereffus,praceps, salebrosus, & ardum ilk : 

Acclivis, placidus, mollis, amcenus hie eft. 
c Dissimilis Domino coiit U^atura sub uno ; 

Farfaciaque tremunt sub ditione pares. 
Dumque triumphanti terras perlabitur Axe, 

Trateriens aqua Bringit utrumque Rota. 
Afper in adversos, facilis cedentibus idem : 

Ut credas Montes extimulasse suos. 
Hi sunt Alcidas Borealis nempe Columnar, 

Qups medio scindit u all is opacafi~eto. 
Anpotim longe sic prona cacumina nut ant, 

Parnassus cupiant esse Maria turn. 

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Upon the Hill and Qrove at Bill-borow. 
To the Lord Fairfax. 
I. 

SEE how the arched Earth does here 
Rise in a perfect Hemisphere ! 
The stifTest Compass could not strike 
A Line more circular and like ; 
Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow 
So equal as this Hill does bow. 
It seems as for a Model laid, 
And that the World by it was made. 

II. 

Here learn ye Mountains more unjust, 
Which to abrupter greatness thrust, 
That do with your hook-shoulder'd height 
The Earth deform and Heaven frght. 
For whose excrescence ill design'd, 
Nature must a new Center find, 
Learn here those humble steps to tread, 
Which to securer Glory lead. 

III. 

See what a soft access and wide 
Lyes open to its grassy side ; 
Nor with the rugged path deterrs 
The feet of breathless Travellers. 
See then how courteous it ascends, 
And all the way it rises bends ; 
Nor for itself the height does gain, 
But only strives to raise the Plain. 



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IV. 

Yet thus it all the field commands, 
And in unenvy'd Greatness stands, 
Discerning further then the Cliff 
Of Heaven-daring Teneriff. 
How glad the weary Seamen hast 
When they salute it from the Mast ! 
By Night the Northern Star their way 
Directs, and this no less by Day. 

V. 

Upon its crest this Mountain grave 
A Plum of aged Trees durst wave. 
No hostile hand durst ere invade 
With impious Steel the sacred Shade. 
For something alwaies did appear 
Of the great Matters terrour there : 
And Men can hear his Armour still 
Ratling through all the Grove and Hill. 

VI. 

Fear of the Matter, and respeft 
Of the great Nymph did it protect ; 
Vera the Nymph that him inspir'd, 
To whom he often here retir'd, 
And on these Okes ingrav'd her Name ; 
Such Wounds alone these Woods became 
But ere he well the Barks could part 
'Twas writ already in their Heart. 

VII. 

For they ('tis credible) have sense, 
As We, of Love and Reverence, 
And underneath the Courser Rind 
The Qenius of the house do bind. 



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Hence they successes seem to know, 
And in their Lord's advancement grow ; 
But in no Memory were seen 
As under this so streight and green. 

VIII. 

Yet now no further strive to shoot, 
Contented if they fix their Root. 
Nor to the winds uncertain gust, 
Their prudent Heads too far intrust. 
Onely sometimes a flutt'ring Breez 
Discourses with the breathing Trees ; 
Which in their modest Whispers name 
Those Acts that swell'd the Cheek of Fame. 

IX. 

Much other Groves, say they, then these 
And other Hills him once did please. 
Through Groves of Pikes he thunder'd then, 
And Mountains rais'd of dying Men. 
For all the Civick Qarlands due 
To him our Branches are but few. 
Nor are our Trunks enow to bear 
The Trophees of one fertile Year. 

X. 

'Tis true, the Trees nor ever spoke 
More certain Oracles in Oak. 
But Peace (if you his favour prize) 
That Courage its own Praises flies. 
Therefore to your obscurer Seats 
From his own Brightness he retreats : 
Nor he the Hills without the Groves, 
Nor Height but with Retirement loves. 



Upon 
M 2 



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Upon Apple ton House, to my Lord Fairfax 

I. 

Within this sober Frame expect 
Work of no Forrain Architect ; 
That unto Caves the Quarries drew, 
And Forrests did to Pastures hew ; 
Who of his great Design in pain 
Did for a Model vault his Brain, 
Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd 
To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd. 

II. 

Why should of all things Man unrul'd 
Such unproportion'd dwellings build ? 
The Beasts are by their Denns exprest : 
And Birds contrive an equal Nest ; 
The low roof 'd Tortoises do dwell 
In cases fit of Tortoise-shell : 
No Creature loves an empty space ; 
Their Bodies measure out their Place. 

III. 

But He, superfluously spread, 
Demands more room alive then dead. 
And in his hollow Palace goes 
Where Winds as he themselves may lose. 
What need of all this Marble Crust 
T'impark the wanton Mose of Dust, 
That thinks by Breadth the World t'unite 
Though the first Builders fail'd in Height ? 

IV. 



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IV. 

But all things are composed here 

Like Nature, orderly and near : 

In which we the Dimensions find 

Of that more sober Age and Mind, 

When larger sized Men did stoop 

To enter at a narrow loop ; 

As practising, in doors so strait, 

To strain themselves through Heavens Qate. 

V. 

And surely when the after Age 
Shall hither come mTilgrimage, 
These sacred Places to adore, 
By Vere and Fairfax trod before, 
Men will dispute how their Extent 
Within such dwarfish Confines went : 
And some will smile at this, as well 
As %omulu8 his Bee-like Cell. 

VI. 

Humility alone designs 
Those short but admirable Lines, 
By which, ungirt and unconstrain'd, 
Things greater are in less contain'd. 
Let others vainly strive t'immure 
The Circle in the Quadrature ! 
These holy Mathematicks can 
In ev'ry Figure equal Man. 

VII. 

Yet thus the laden House does sweat, 
And scarce indures the Master great : 
But where he comes the swelling Hall 
Stirs, and the Square grows Spherical ; 

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More by his Magnitude distress, 
Then he is by its straitness prest : 
And too officiously it slights 
That in it self which him delights. 

VIII. 

So Honour better Lowness bears, 
Then That unwonted Greatness wears. 
Height with a certain Grace does bend, 
But low Things clownishly ascend. 
And yet what needs there here Excuse, 
Where ev'ry Thing does answer Use ? 
Where neatness nothing can condemn, 
Nor Pride invent what to contemn ? 

IX. 

A Stately Frontispice of Toor 
Adorns without the open Door : 
Nor less the Rooms within commends 
Daily new Furniture of Friends. 
The House was built upon the Place 
Only as for a Mark of Cjrace ; 
And for an Inn to entertain 
Its Lord a while, but not remain. 



X. 



Him TSishops-Hill, or T)enton may, 
Or Ttilbrough^ better hold then they : 
But Nature here hath been so free 
As if she said leave this to me. 
Art would more neatiy have defac'd 
What she had laid so sweetiy wast ; 
In fragrant Gardens, shaddy Woods, 
Deep Meadows, and transparent Floods. 



XI. 



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XI. 

While with slow Eyes we these survey, 

And on each pleasant footstep Stay, 

We opportunly may relate 

The Progress of this Houses Fate. 

A Nunnery first gave it birth. 

For Virgin buildings oft brought forth. 

And all that Neighbour-Ruine shows 

The Quarries whence this dwelling rose. 

/ XII. 

Near to this gloomy Cloysters Gates 
There dwelt the blooming Virgin Thvates ; 
Fair beyond Measure, and an Heir 
Which might Deformity make fair. 
And oft She spent the Summer Suns 
Discoursing with the Suttle 7\unns. 
Whence in these Words one to her weav'd, 
(As 'twere by Chance) Thoughts long conceiv'd. 

XIII. 

'Within this holy leisure we 
'Live innocently as you see. 
'These W T alls restrain the World without, 
'But hedge our Liberty about. 
'These Bars inclose that wider Den 
'Of those wild Creatures, called Men. 
'The Cloyster outward shuts its Gates, 
'And, from us, locks on them the Grates. 

XIV. 

'Here we, in shining Armour white, 
'Like Virgin Amazons do fight. 
'And our chast Lamps we hourly trim, 
'Lest the gtzztlSridegroom find them dim. 

'Our 



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'Our Orient Breaths perfumed are 
'With insense of incessant Pray'r. 
'And Holy-water of our Tears 
'Most strangly our Complexion clears. 



XV. 

'Not Tears of Grief ; but such as those 
'With which calm Pleasure overflows ; 
'Or Pity, when we look on you 
'That live without this happy Vow. 
'How should we grieve that must be seen 
'Each one a Spouse, and each a Queen ; 
'And can in Heaven hence behold 
'Our brighter Robes and Crowns of Gold ? 

XVI. 

'When we have prayed all our Beads, 
'Some One the holy Legend reads ; 
'While all the rest with Needles paint 
'The Face and Graces of the Saint. 
'But what the Linnen can't receive 
'They in their Lives do interweave. 
'This Work the Saints best represents ; 
'That serves for Altar's Ornaments. 



XVII. 

'But much it to our work would add 
'If here your hand, your Face we had : 
'By it we would our Lady touch ; 
'Yet thus She you resembles much. 
'Some of your Features, as we sow'd, 
'Through ev'ry Shrine should be bestow'd. 
'And in one Beauty we would take 
'Enough a thousand Saints to make. 



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Miscellanies 8 1 

XVIII. 

'And (for I dare not quench the Fire 
'That me does for your good inspire) 
"Twere Sacriledge a Mant t'admit 
'To holy things, for Heaven fit. 
'I see the Angels in a Crown 
'On you the Lillies show'ring down : 
'And round about you Glory breaks, 
'That something more then humane speaks. 

XIX. 

'All Beauty, when at such a height, 
'Is so already consecrate. 
'Fairfax I know ; and long ere this 
'Have mark'd the Youth, and what he is. 
'But can he such a T^iyal seem 
'For whom you Heav'n should disesteem ? 
'Ah, no ! and 'twould more Honour prove 
'He yoxii'Devoto were, then Love. 

XX. 

'Here live beloved, and obey'd : 
'Each one your Sister, each your Maid. 
'And, if our Rule seem stri&ly pend, 
'The Rule it self to you shall bend. 
'Our Abbess too, now far in Age, 
'Doth your succession near presage. 
'How soft the yoke on us would lye, 
'Might such fair Hands as yours it tye ! 

XXI. 

'Your voice, the sweetest of the Quire, 
'Shall draw Heav'n nearer, raise us higher. 
'And your Example, if our Head, 
'Will soon us to perfection lead. 

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'Those Virtues to us all so dear, 
'Will straight grow San&ity when here : 
'And that, once sprung, increase so fast 
'Till Miracles it work at last. 

XXII. 

'Nor is our Order yet so nice, 
'Delight to banish as a Vice. 
'Here Pleasure Piety doth meet ; 
'One perfecting the other Sweet. 
'So through the mortal fruit we boyl 
'The Sugars uncorrupting Oyl : 
'And that which perisht while we pull, 
'Is thus preserved clear and full. 

XXIII. 

'For such indeed are all our Arts ; 
'Still handling Natures finest Parts. 
'Flow'rs dress the Altars ; for the Clothes, 
'The Sea-born Amber we compose ; 
'Balms for the griv'd we draw ; and Pasts 
'We mold, as Baits for curious tasts. 
'What need is here of Man ? unless 
'These as sweet Sins we should confess. 

XXIV. 

'Each Night among us to your side 
'Appoint a fresh and Virgin Bride ; 
'Whom if our Lord at midnight find, 
'Yet Neither should be left behind. 
'Where you may lye as chast in Bed, 
'As Pearls together billeted. 
'All Night embracing Arm in Arm, 
'Like Chrystal pure with Cotton warm. 



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XXV. 

'But what is this to all the store 

'Of Joys you see, and may make more ! 

'Try but a while, if you be wise : 

'The Tryal neither Costs, nor Tyes. 

Now Fairfax seek her promis'd faith : 

Religion that dispensed hath ; 

Which She hence forward does begin ; 

The ZNuns smooth Tongue has suckt her in. 

XXVI. 

Oft, though he knew it was in vain, 
Yet would he valiantly complain. 
'Is this that Sanftity so great, 
'An Art by which you finly'r cheat ? 
'Hypocrite Witches, hence avant^ 
'Who though in prison yet inchant ! 
'Death only can such Theeves make fast, 
'As rob though in the Dungeon cast. 

XXVII. 

'Were there but, when this House was made, 

'One Stone that a just Hand had laid, 

'It must have fall'n upon her Head 

'Who first Thee from thy Faith misled. 

'And yet, how well soever ment, 

'With them 'twould soon grow fraudulent : 

'For like themselves they alter all, 

'And vice infects the very Wall. 

XXVIII. 

'But sure those Buildings last not long, 
'Founded by Folly, kept by Wrong. 
'I know what Fruit their Gardens yield, 
'When they it think by Night conceaFd. 

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'Fly from their Vices. 'Tis thy state, 
'Not Thee, that they would consecrate. 
'Fly from their Ruine. How I fear 
'Though guiltless lest thou perish there. 

XXIX. 

What should he do ? He would respect 
Religion, but not Right neglect : 
For first Religion taught him Right, 
And dazled not but clear'd his sight. 
Sometimes resolv'd his Sword he draws, 
But reverenceth then the Laws : 
For Justice still that Courage led ; 
First from a Judge, then Souldier bred. 

XXX. 

Small Honour would be in the Storm. 
The Court him grants the lawful Form ; 
Which licens'd either Peace or Force, 
To hinder the unjust Divorce. 
Yet still the U^uns his Right debar'd, 
Standing upon their holy Guard. 
Ill-counsell'd Women, do you know 
Wliom you resist, or what you do ? 

XXXI. 

Is not this he whose Offspring fierce 
Shall fight through all the Universe ; 
And with successive Valour try 
F ranee ^To land, either Qermany ; 
Till one, as long since prophecy'd, 
His Horse through conquer'd ^Britain ride ? 
Yet, against Fate, his Spouse they kept ; 
And the great Race would intercept. 



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XXXII. 

Some to the Breach against their Foes 
Their Wooden Saints in vain oppose. 
Another bolder stands at push 
With their old Holy-Water "Brush. 
While the disjointed Abbess threads 
The gingling Chain-shot of her "Beads. 
But their lowd'st Cannon were their Lungs ; 
And sharpest Weapons were their Tongues. 

XXXIII. 

But, waving these aside like Flyes, 
Young Fairfax through the Wall does rise, 
Then th' unfrequented Vault appear'd, 
And superstitions vainly fear'd. 
The %elie%s false were set to view ; 
Only the Jewels there were true. 
But truly bright and holy Thwaites 
That weeping at the Altar waites. 

XXXIIII. 

But the glad Youth away her bears, 
And to the Nuns bequeaths her Tears : 
Who guiltily their Prize bemoan, 
Like Gipsies that a Child hath stoln. 
Thenceforth (as when th' Inchantment ends 
The Castle vanishes or rends) 
The wasting Cloister with the rest 
Was in one instant dispossess. 

XXXV. 

At the demolishing, this Seat 

To Fairfax fell as by Escheat. 

And what both V^uns and Founders wiil'd 

'Tis likely better thus fulfill'd. 

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For if the Virgin prov'd not theirs, 
The Cloy Her yet remained hers. 
Though many a V^tm there made her Vow, 
'Twas no %ejigiom House till now. 

XXXVI. 

From that blest Bed the Heroe came, 
Whom France andTo/and yet does fame : 
Who, when retired here to Peace, 
His warlike Studies could not cease ; 
But laid these Gardens out in sport 
In the just Figure of a Fort ; 
And with five Bastions it did fence, 
As aiming one for ev'ry Sense. 

XXXVII. 

When in the East the Morning Ray 
Hangs out the Colours of the Day, 
The Bee through these known Allies hums, 
Beating the 'Dian with its T)rumms. 
Then Flow'rs their drowsie Eylids raise, 
Their Silken Ensigns each displayes, 
And dries its Pan yet dank with Dew, 
And fills its Flask with Odours new. 



XXXVIII. 

These, as their Qovemour goes by, 
In fragrant Vollyes they let fly ; 
And to salute their Qoverness 
Again as great a charge they press : 
None for the Virgin Nymph ; for She 
Seems with the Flow'rs a Flow'r to be. 
And think so still ! though not compare 
With Breath so sweet, or Cheek so faire. 



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XXXIX. 

Well shot ve Firemen ! Oh how sweet, 
And round your equal Fires do meet ; 
Whose shrill report no Ear can tell, 
But Ecchoes to the Eye and smell. 
See how the Flow'rs, as at Tarade, 
Under their Colours Stand displaid : 
Each Regiment in order ^rows, 
That of the Tulip Pinke and Rose. 

XL. 

But when the vigilant Tatrou! 

Of Stars walks round about the Tole, 

Their Leaves, that to the stalks are curl'd, 

Seem to their Staves the Ensigns furl'd. 

Then in some Flow'rs beloved Hut 

Each Bee as Sentinel is shut ; 

And sleeps so too : but, if once stir'd, 

She runs you through, or askes the Word. 

XLI. 

Oh Thou, that dear and happy Isle 
The Garden of the World ere while, 
ThouTuradise of four Seas, 
Which Heaven planted us to please, 
But, to exclude the World, did guard 
With watry if not naming Sword ; 
What luckless Apple did we tast, 
To make us Mortal, and The Wast ? 

XLII. 

Unhappy ! shall we never more 
That sweet Militia restore, 
When Gardens only had their Towrs, 
And all the Garrisons were Flowrs, 

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When Roses only Arms might bear, 
And Men did rosie Garlands wear ? 
Tulips, in several Colours barr'd, 
Were then the Swit^ers of our Quard. 



XLIII. 

The Qardiner had the Sonldiers place, 
And his more gentle Forts did trace. 
The Nursery of all things green 
Was then the only Maga^een. 
The Winter Quarters were the Stoves, 
Where he the tender Plants removes. 
But War all this doth overgrow : 
We Ord'nance Plant and Powder sow. 

XLIV. 

And yet there walks one on the Sod 

Who, had it pleased him and Qod, 

Might once have made our Gardens spring 

Fresh as his own and flourishing. 

But he preferr'd to the Cinque 'Torts 

These five imaginary Forts : 

And, in those half-dry Trenches, spann'd 

Pow'r which the Ocean might command. 

XLV. 

For he did, with his utmost Skill, 
Ambition weed, but Conscience till. 
Conscience, that Heaven-nursed Plant, 
Which most our Earthly Gardens want. 
A prickling leaf it bears, and such 
As that which shrinks at ev'ry touch ; 
But Flowrs eternal, and divine, 
That in the Crowns of Saints do shine. 



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XLVI. 

The sight does from these 'Bastions ply, 
Th' invisible Artilery ; 
And at proud Caivood Castle seems 
To point the 'Batter)' of its Beams. 
As if it quarrell'd in the Seat 
Th' Ambition of itsTrelafe great. 
But ore the Meads below it plays, 
Or innocently seems to gaze. 

XL VII. 

And now to the Abbyss I pass 
Of that unfathomable Grass, 
Where Men like Grasshoppers appear, 
But Grasshoppers are Gyants there : 
They, in their squeking Laugh, contemn 
Us as we walk more low then them : 
And, from the Precipices tall 
Of the green spir's, to us do call. 

XLVIII. 

To see Men through this Meadow Dive, 
We wonder how they rise alive. 
As, under Water, none does know 
Whether he fall through it or go. 
But, as the Marriners that sound, 
And show upon their Lead the Ground, 
They bring up Flow'rs so to be seen, 
And prove they've at the Bottom been. 

XLIX. 

No Scene that turns with Engines strange 
Does oftner then these Meadows change. 
For when the Sun the Grass hath vext, 
The tawny Mowers enter next ; 

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Who seem like Israelites to be, 
Walking on foot through a green Sea. 
To them the Grassy Deeps divide, 
And crowd a Lane to either Side. 



L. 



With whittling Sithe, and Elbow Strong, 
These Massacre the Grass along : 
While one, unknowing, carves the c R^j/, 
Whose yet unfeather'd Quils her fail. 
The Edge all bloody from its Breast 
He draws, and does his Stroke detest ; 
Fearing the Flesh untimely mow'd 
To him a Fate as black forebode. 

LI. 

But bloody Thetfylis, that waites 
To bring the mowing Camp their Cates, 
Greedy as Kites has trust it up, 
And forthwith means on it to sup : 
When on another quick She lights, 
And cryes, he call'd us Israelites ; 
But now, to make his saying true, 
Rails rain for Quails, for Manna Dew. 

LII. 

Unhappy Birds ! what does it boot 
To build below the Grasses Root ; 
When Lowness is unsafe as Hight, 
And Chance o'retakes what scapeth spight ? 
And now your Orphan Parents Call 
Sounds your untimely Funeral. 
Death-Trumpets creak in such a Note, 
And 'tis the Sourdine in their Throat. 



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LIII. 

Or sooner hatch or higher build : 
The Mower now commands the Field ; 
In whose new Traverse seemeth wrought 
A Camp of Battail newly fought : 
Where, as the Meads with Hay, the Plain 
Lyes quilted ore with Bodies slain : 
The Women that with forks it fling, 
Do represent the Pillaging. 

LIV. 

And now the careless Victors play, 
Dancing the Triumphs of the Hay ; 
Where every Mowers wholesome Heat 
Smells like an Alexanders sweat. 
Their Females fragrant as the Mead 
Which they in Fairy Circles tread : 
When at their Dances End they kiss, 
Their new-made Hay not sweeter is. 

LV. 

When after this 'tis pil'd in Cocks, 
Like a calm Sea it shews the Rocks : 
We wondring in the River near 
How Boats among them safely steer. 
Or, like the Tie serf Memphis Sand, 
ShottTjramids of Hay do stand. 
And such the %o//mn Camps do rise 
In Hills for Soldiers Obsequies. 

LVI. 

This Scene again withdrawing brings 
A new and empty Face of things ; 
A levell'd space, as smooth and plain, 
As Clothes for Lilly strecht to stain. 

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The World when first created sure 
Was such a Table rase and pure. 
Or rather such is the Tori/ 
Ere the Bulls enter at Madril. 

LVII. 

For to this naked equal Flat, 
Which Leve/Iers take Pattern at, 
The Villagers in common chase 
Their Cattle, which it closer rase ; 
And what below the Sith increast 
Is pincht yet nearer by the Breast. 
Such, in the painted World, appear'd 
Tiavenant with th' Universal Heard. 

LVIII. 

They seem within the polisht Grass 
A Landskip drawen in Looking-Glass. 
And shrunk in the huge Pasture show 
As Spots, so shap'd, on Faces do. 
Such Fleas, ere they approach the Eye, 
In Multiplyiug Glasses lye. 
They feed so wide, so slowly move, 
As Constellations do above. 

LIX. 

Then, to conclude these pleasant A&s, 
c Denton sets ope its Cataracts ; 
And makes the Meadow truly be 
(What it but seem'd before) a Sea. 
For, jealous of its Lords long Stay, 
It try's t'invite him thus away. 
The River in it self is drown'd, 
And Isl's th' astonish Cattle round. 



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LX. 

Let others tell theTaradox, 
How Eels now bellow in the Ox ; 
How Horses at their Tails do kick, 
Turn'd as they hang to Leeches quick ; 
How Boats can over Bridges sail ; 
And Fishes do the Stables scale. 
How Salmons trespassing are found ; 
And Pikes are taken in the Pound. 

LXI. 

But I, retiring from the Flood, 

Take Sanctuary in the Wood ; 

And, while it lasts, my self imbark 

In this yet green, yet growing Ark ; 

Where the first Carpenter might best 

Fit Timber for his Keel have Prest. 

And where all Creatures might have shares ; 

Although in Armies, not in Paires. 

LXII. 

The double Wood of ancient Stocks 
Link'd in so thick, an Union locks, 
It like two Pedigrees appears, 
On one hand Fairfax, th' other Veres : 
Of whom though many fell in War, 
Yet more to Heaven snooting are : 
And, as they Natures Cradle deckt, 
Will in green Age her Hearse expect. 

LXIII. 

When first the Eye this Forrest sees 
It seems indeed as Wood not Trees : 
As if their Neighbourhood so old 
To one great Trunk them all did mold. 

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There the huge Bulk takes place, as merit 
To thrust up a Fifth Element ; 
And stretches still so closely wedg'd 
As if the Night within were hedg'd. 

LXIV. 

Dark all without it knits ; within 
It opens passable and thin ; 
And in as loose an order grows, 
As the Corinthean ^Porticoes. 
The arching Boughs unite between 
The Columnes of the Temple green ; 
And underneath the winged Quires 
Echo about their tuned Fires. 

LXV. 

The 'Nightingale does here make choice 
To sing the Tryals of her Voice. 
Low Shrubs she sits in, and adorns 
With Musick high the squatted Thorns. 
But highest Oakes stoop down to hear, 
And listning Elders prick the Ear. 
The Thorn, lest it should hurt her, draws 
Within the Skin its shrunken claws. 

LXVI. 

But I have for my Musick found 
A Sadder, yet more pleasing Sound : 
The Stockdoves, whose fair necks are grac'd 
With Nuptial Rings their Ensigns chast ; 
Yet always, for some Cause unknown, 
Sad pair unto the Elms they moan. 
O why should such a Couple mourn, 
That in so equal Flames do burn ! 



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LXVIL 

Then as I careless on the Bed 
Of gelid Straw-berry es do tread, 
And through the Hazles thick espy 
The hatching ThrasJles shining Eye; 
The Heron from the Ashes top, 
The eldest of its young lets drop, 
As if it Stork-like did pretend 
That Tribute to its Lord to send. 

LXVIII. 

But most the Hewel's wonders are, 

Who here has the Holt-fellers care. 

He walks Still upright from the Root, 

Meas'ring the Timber with his Foot ; 

And all the way, to keep it clean, 

Doth from the Bark the Wood-moths glean. 

He, with his Beak, examines well 

Which fit to stand and which to fell. 

LXIX. 

The good he numbers up, and hacks ; 
As if he mark'd them with the Ax. 
But where he, tinkling with his Beak, 
Does find the hollow Oak to speak, 
That for his building he designs, 
And through the tainted Side he mines. 
Who could have thought the tallest Oa^ 
Should fall by such a feeble Stroke ! 

LXX. 

Nor would it, had the Tree not fed 
A Traitor-worm, within it bred. 
(As first our Flesh corrupt within 
Tempts impotent and bashful Sin. 

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And yet that Worm triumphs not long, 
But serves to feed the Hew eh young. 
While the Oake seems to fall content, 
Viewing the Treason's Punishment. 

LXXI. 

Thus I, easie Philosopher \ 
Amon» the TStrds and Trees confer : 
And little now to make me, wants 
Or of the Fowles, or of the Tlants. 
Give me but Wings as they, and I 
Streight rioting on the Air shall fly : 
Or turn me but, and you shall see 
I was but an inverted Tree. 

LXXII. 

Already I begin to call 
In their most learned Original : 
And where I Language want, my Signs 
The Bird upon the Bough divines ; 
And more attentive there doth sit 
Then if She were with Lime-twigs knit. 
No Leaf does tremble in the Wind 
Which I returning cannot find. 

LXXIII. 

Out of these scatter'd Sibyls Leaves 
Strange Prophecies my Pnancy weaves : 
And in one History consumes, 
Like Mexique Taintings, all the flumes. 
Wh2Lt%ome y Qreece^alefiine^ ere said 
I in this light Mosaic^ read. 
Thrice happy he who, not mistook, 
Hath read in Matures myHick^Book. 



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LXXIV. 

And see how Chance's better Wit 
Could with a Mask my Studies hit ! 
The Oak-Leaves me embroyder all, 
Between which Caterpillars crawl : 
And Ivy, with familiar trails, 
Me licks, and clasps, and curies, and hales. 
Under this anticl^ Cope I move 
Like some great Trelate of the Cjrove, 

LXXV. 

Then, languishing with ease, I toss 

On Pallets swoln of Velvet Moss ; 

While the Wind, cooling through the Boughs, 

Flatters with Air my panting Brows. 

Thanks for my Res~t ye Mossy Hanks , 

And unto you cool Zephyr' s Thanks, 

Who, as my Hair, my Thoughts too shed, 

And winnow from the Chaff my Head. 

LXXVI. 

How safe, methinks, and Strong, behind 
These Trees have I incamp'd my Mind ; 
Where Beauty, aiming at the Heart, 
Bends in some Tree its useless Dart ; 
And where the World no certain Shot 
Can make, or me it toucheth not. 
But I on it securely play, 
And gaul its Horsemen all the Day. 

LXXVII. 

Bind me ye Woodbines in your 'twines, 
Curie me about ye gadding Vines, 
And Oh so close your Circles lace, 
That I may never leave this Place : 

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But, lest your Fetters prove too weak, 
Ere I your Silken Bondage break, 
Do you, 'Brambles, chain me too, 
And courteous 'Briars nail me through. 

LXXVIII. 

Here in the Morning tye my Chain, 
Where the two Woods have made a Lane ; 
While, like a Quard on either side, 
The Trees before their Lord divide ; 
This, like a long and equal Thread, 
Betwixt two Labyrinths does lead. 
But, where the Floods did lately drown, 
There at the Ev'ning stake me down. 

LXXIX. 

For now the Waves are fal'n and dry'd, 
And now the Meadows fresher dy'd ; 
Whose Grass, with moister colour dasht, 
Seems as green Silks, but newly washt. 
No Serpenf new nor Crocodile 
Remains behind our little V^QJe ; 
Unless it self you will mistake, 
Among these Meads the only Snake. 

See in what wanton harmless folds 

It ev'ry where the Meadow holds ; 

And its yet muddy back doth lick, 

Till as a ChryStal Mirrour slick ; 

Where all things gaze themselves, and doubt 

If they be in it or without. 

And for his shade which therein shines, 

Narcissus like, the Sun too pines. 



LXXXI. 



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LXXXI. 

Oh what a Pleasure 'tis to hedge 
My Temples here with heavy sedge ; 
Abandoning my lazy Side, 
Stretcht as a Bank unto the Tide ; 
Or to suspend my sliding Foot 
On the Osiers undermined Root, 
And in its Branches tough to hang, 
While at my Lines the Fishes twang ! 

LXXXII. 

But now away my Hooks, my Quills, 
And Angles, idle Utensils. 
The young Maria walks to night : 
Hide trifling Youth thy Pleasures slight. 
'Twere shame that such judicious Eyes 
Should with such Toyes a Man surprize ; 
She that already is the Law 
Of all her Sex, her Ages Aw. 

LXXXIII. 

See how loose Nature, in respect 

To her, it self doth recoiled ; 

And every thing so whisht and fine, 

Starts forth with to its 'Bonne Mine. 

The Sun himself, of Her aware, 

Seems to descend with greater Care ; 

And lest She see him go to Bed, 

In blushing Clouds conceales his Head. 

LXXXIV. 

So when the Shadows laid asleep 
From underneath these Banks do creep, 
And on the River as it flows 
With Eben Shuts begin to close ; 



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The modest Halcyon comes in sight, 
Flying betwixt the Day and Night ; 
And such an horror calm and dumb, 
Admiring T^ature does benum. 

LXXXV. 

The viscous Air, wheres'ere She fly, 
Follows and sucks her Azure dy ; 
The gellying Stream compacts below, 
If it might fix her shadow so ; 
The stupid Fishes hang, as plain 
As Flies in Chryffal overt'ane ; 
And Men the silent Scene assist, 
Charm'd with the Saphir-winged Mist. 

LXXXVI. 

Maria such, and so doth hush 
The World, and through the Ev'ning rush. 
No new-born Comet such a Train 
Draws through the Skie, nor Star new-slain. 
For streight those giddy Rockets sail, 
Which from the putrid Earth exhale, 
But by her Flames, in Heaven try'd, 
tN^atttre is wholly vitrifi'd. 

LXXXVII. 

'Tis She that to these Gardens gave 
That wondrous Beauty which they have ; 
She streightness on the Woods bestows ; 
To Her the Meadow sweetness owes ; 
Nothing could make the River be 
So Chrystal-pure but only She ; 
She yet more Pure, Sweet, Streight, and Fair, 
Then Gardens, Woods, Meads, Rivers are. 



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LXXXVIII. 

Therefore what first She on them spent, 
They gratefully again present. 
The Meadow Carpets where to tread ; 
The Garden Flow'rs to Crown Her Head ; 
And for a Glass the limpid Brook, 
Where She may all her Beautyes look ; 
But, since She would not have them seen, 
The Wood about her draws a Skreen. 

LXXXIX. 

For She, to higher Beauties rais'd, 
Disdains to be for lesser prais'd. 
She counts her Beauty to converse 
In all the Languages as hers ; 
Nor yet in those her self imployes 
But for the Wisdome, not the Nqyse ; 
Nor yet that Wisdome would afFedt, 
But as 'tis Heavens c Diale£t. 

LXXXX. 

'BlesJ Nymph I that couldst so soon prevent 
Those Trains by Youth against thee meant ; 
Tears (watry Shot that pierce the Mind ;) 
And Sighs (Loves Cannon charg'd with Wind ;) 
True Traise (That breaks through all defence ;) 
And feign' d complying Innocence ; 
But knowing where this Ambush lay, 
She scap'd the safe, but roughest Way. 

LXXXXI. 

This 'tis to have been from the first 
In a c DomesJick Heaven nurst, 
Under the 'Discipline severe 
Of Fairfax and the starry Vere ; 

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Where not one object can come nigh 
But pure, and spotless as the Eye ; 
And Qoodness doth it self intail 
On Females, if there want a Male. 



LXXXXII. 

* 

Go now fond Sex that on your Face 
Do all your useless Study place, 
Nor once at Vice your Brows dare knit 
Lest the smooth Forehead wrinkled sit : 
Yet your own Face shall at you grin, 
Thorough the Black-bag of your Skin ; 
When knowledge only could have filTd 
And Virtue all those Furrows till'd. 

LXXXXIII. 

Hence She with Graces more divine 
Supplies beyond her Sex the Fine ; 
And, like a fprig of Mis le to, 
On the Fairfacian Oa^ does grow ; 
Whence, for some universal good, 
Theories! shall cut the sacred Bud ; 
While h&iglad Barents most rejoice, 
And make their Ttefiiny their Choice. 

LXXXXIV. 

Mean time ye Fields, Springs, Bushes, Flow'rs, 
Where yet She leads her studious Hours, 
(Till Fate her worthily translates, 
And find a Fairfax for our Thwaites) 
Employ the means you have by Her, 
And in your kind your selves preferr ; 
That, as all Virgins She preceds, 
So you all Woods, Streams, Cjardens, Meads. 



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LXXXXV. 

For you Thessalian Tempe's Seat 
Shall now be scorn'd as obsolete ; 
Aranjeu^ as less, disdain'd ; 
The r Bel- r Retiro as constrain'd ; 
But name not the Idalian Qrove y 
For 'twas the Seat of wanton Love ; 
Much less the Dead's Elysian Fields, 
Yet nor to them your Beauty yields. 

LXXXXVI. 

"Tis not, what once it was, the World ; 
But a rude heap together hurl'd ; 
All negligently overthrown, 
Gulfes, Deserts, Precipices, Stone. 
Your lesser World contains the same. 
But in more decent Order tame ; 
You Heaven's Center, Nature's Lap. 
And Taradice's only Map. 

LXXXXVII. 

But now the Salmon-Fishers moist 
Their Leathern 'Boats begin to hoist ; 
And, like Antipodes in Shoes, 
Have shod their Heads in their Canoos. 
How Tortoise like, but not so slow, 
These rational Amphibii go ? 
Let's in : for the dark Hemisphere 
Does now like one of them appear. 



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On the Victory obtained by Blake over the Spaniards, in the 
Hay of San&acruze, in the Island of Teneriff, 
1657. 

NOW does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold, 
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old : 
But though the wind was fair, they slowly swoome 
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come : 
For this rich load, of which so proud they are, 
Was rais'd by Tyranny, and rais'd for War ; 
Every capatious Gallions womb was fill'd, 
With what the Womb of wealthy Kingdomes yield, 
The new Worlds wounded Intails they had tore, 
For wealth wherewith to wound the old once more. 
W "earth which all others Avarice might cloy, 
But yet in them caus'd as much fear, as Joy. 
For now upon the Main, themselves they saw, 
That boundless Empire, where you give the Law, 
Of winds and waters rage, they fearful be, 
But much more fearful are your Flags to see. 
Day, that to those who sail upon the deep, 
More wish't for, and more welcome is then sleep, 
They dreaded to behold, Least the Sun's light, 
With English Streamers, should salute their sight : 
In thickest darkness they would choose to steer, 
So that such darkness might suppress their fear ; 
At length theirs vanishes, and fortune smiles ; 
For they behold the sweet Canary Isles ; 
One of which doubtless is by Nature blest 
Above both Worlds, since 'tis above the rest. 
For least some Gloominess might stain her sky, 
Trees there the duty of the Clouds supply ; 
O noble Trust which Heaven on this Isle poures, 
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A happy People, which at once do gain 
The benefits without the ills of rain. 
Both health and profit, Fate cannot deny ; 
Where Still the Earth is moist, the Air Still dry ; 
The jarring Elements no discord know, 
Fewel and Rain together kindly grow ; 
And coolness there, with heat doth never fight, 
This only rules by day, and that by Night. 
Your worth to all these Isles, a just right brings, 
The be§t of Lands should have the best of Kings. 
And these want nothing Heaven can afford, 
Unless it be, the having you their Lord ; 
But this great want, will not along one prove, 
Your Conquering Sword will soon that want remove. 
For Spain had better, Shee'l ere long confess, 
Have broken all her Swords, then this one Peace, 
Casting that League off, which she held so long, 
She cast off that which only made her strong. 
Forces and art, she soon will feel, are vain, 
Peace, against you, was the sole strength of Spain. 
By that alone those Islands she secures, 
Peace made them hers, but War will make them yours 
There the indulgent Soil that rich Grape breeds, 
Which of the Gods the fancied drink exceeds ; 
They still do yield, such is their pretious mould, 
All that is good, and are not curst with Gold. 
With fatal Gold, for still where that does grow, 
Neither the Soyl, nor People quiet know. 
Which troubles men to raise it when 'tis Oar, 
And when 'tis raised, does trouble them much more. 
Ah, why was thither brought that cause of War, 
Kind Nature had from thence remov'd so far. 
In vain doth she those Islands free from 111, 
If fortune can make guilty what she will. 
But whilst I draw that Scene, where you ere long, 
Shall conquests act, your present are unsung, 

For Sanciacru^e the glad Fleet takes her way, 
And safely there casts Anchor in the Bay. 



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Never so many with one joyful cry, 

That place saluted, where they all must dye. 

Deluded men ! Fate with you did but sport, 

You scap't the Sea, to perish in your Port. 

'Twas more for Eng/ands fame you should dye there, 

Where you had most of strength, and least of fear. 

The Peek's proud height, the Spaniards all admire, 
Yet in their brests, carry a pride much higher. 
Onely to this vast hill a power is given, 
At once both to Inhabit Earth and Heaven. 
But this stupendious Prospect did not neer, 
Make them admire, so much as as they did fear. 

For here they met with news, which did produce, 
A grief, above the cure of Grapes best juice. 
They learn'd with Terrour, that nor Summers heat, 
Nor Winters storms, had made your Fleet retreat. 
To fight against such Foes, was vain they knew, 
Which did the rage of Elements subdue. 
Who on the Ocean that does horror give, 
To all besides, triumphantly do live. 

With hast they therefore all their Gallions moar, 
And flank with Cannonfrom the Neighbouring shore. 
Forts, Lines, and Sconces all the Bay along, 
They build and act all that can make them strong. 

Fond men who know not whilst such works they 
They only Labour to exalt your praise. (raise, 

Yet they by restless toyl, became at Length, 
So proud and confident of their made strength. 
That they with joy their boasting General heard, 
Wish then for that assault he lately fear'd. 
His wish he has, for now undaunted IMa^e, 
With winged speed, for Sanffacru^e does make. 
For your renown, his conquering Fleet does ride, 
Ore Seas as vast as is the Spaniards pride. 
Whose Fleet and Trenches view'd, he soon did say, 
We to their Strength are more obilg'd then they. 
Wer't not for that, they from their Fate would run, 
And a third World seek out our Armes to shun. 

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Those Forts, which there, so high and Strong appear, 

Do not so much suppress, as shew their fear. 

Of Speedy Victory let no man doubt, 

Our worst works past, now we have found them out. 

Behold their Navy does at Anchor lye, 

And they are ours, for now they cannot fly. 

This said, the whole Fleet gave it their applause, 
And all assumes your courage, in your cause. 
That Bay they enter, which unto them owes, 
The noblest wreaths, that Victory bestows. 
Bold Stainer Leads, this Fleets design'd by fate, 
To give him Lawrel, as the last did Plate. 

The Thund'ring Cannon now begins the Fight, 
And though it be at Noon, creates a Night. 
The Air was soon after the fight begun, 
Far more enflam'd by it, then by the Sun. 
Never so burning was that Climate known, 
War turn'd the temperate, to the Torrid Zone. 

Fate these two Fleets,between both Worlds had brought 
Who fight, as if for both those Worlds they fought. 
Thousands of wayes, Thousands of men there dye, 
Some Ships are sunk, some blown up in the skie. 
Nature never made Cedars so high a Spire, 
As Oakes did then, Urg'd by the active fire. 
Which by quick powders force, so high was sent, 
That it return'd to its own Element. 
Torn Limbs some leagues into the Island fly, 
Whilst others lower, in the Sea do lye. 
Scarce souls from bodies sever'd are so far, 
By death, as bodies there were by the War. 
Th' all-seeing Sun, neer gaz'd on such a sight, 
Two dreadful Navies there at Anchor Fight. 
And neither have, or power, or will to fly, 
There one must Conquer, or there both must dye. 
Far different Motives yet, engag'd them thus, 
Necessity did them, but Choice did us. 

A choice which did the highest worth express, 
And was attended by as high success. 

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For your reeistless genious there did Raign, 
By which we Laurels reapt ev'n on the Mayn. 
So prosperous Stars , though absent to the sence, 
Bless those they shine for, by their Influence. 

Our Cannon now tears every Ship and Sconce, 
And o're two Elements Triumphs at once. 
Their Gallions sunk, their wealth the Sea does fill, 
The only place where it can cause no 111. 

Ah would those Treasures which both Indies have, 
Were buryed in as large, and deep a grave, 
Wars chief support with them would buried be, 
And the Land owe her peace unto the Sea. 
Ages to come, your conquering Arms will bless, 
There they destroy, what had destroy'd their Peace. 
And in one War the present age may boast, 
That certain seeds of many Wars are lost. 

All the Foes Ships destroy'd, by Sea or fire, 
Victorious IMa^e, does from the Bay retire, 
His Seige of Spain he then again pursues, 
And there first brings of his success the news ; 
The saddest news that ere to Spain was brought, 
Their rich Fleet sunk, and ours with Lawrel fraught. 
Whilst fame in every place, her Trumpet blowes, 
And tells the World, how much to you it owes. 



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A 'Dialogue between Thyrsis and Dorinda. 



Dorinda. \\77" Hen Death, shall snatch us from these 
Vv And shut up our divided Lids, (Kids, 
Tell me, Thyrsis, prethee do, 
Whither thou and I must go. 

Thyrsis To the Elizium : (Dorinda) oh where i'st ? 
Thyrsis A Chast Soul, can never mis't. 
Dorinda. I know no way, but one, our home 
Is our Elizium ? 

Thyrsis. Cast thine Eye to yonder Skie, 
There the milky way doth lye ; 
'Tis a sure but rugged way, 
That leads to Everlasting day. 

Dorinda. There Birds may nest, but how can I, 
That have no wings and cannot fly. 

Thyrsis. Do not sigh (fair Nimph) for fire 
Hath no wings, yet doth aspire 
Till it hit, against the pole, 
Heaven's the Center of the Soul. 

'Dorinda. But in Elizium how do they 
Pass Eternity away. 

Thyrsis. Ho, ther's, neither hope nor fear 
Ther's no Wolf, no Fox, no Bear. 
No need of Dog to fetch our stray, 
Our Lightfoot we may give away ; 
And there most sweetly thine Ear 
May feast with Musick of the Sphear. 

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How I my future State 

By silent thinking, Antidate : 

I preethe let us spend, our time come, 

In talking of E/i^inm. 

Thyrsh. Then Pie go on : There, sheep are full 
Of softest grass, and softest wooll ; 
There, birds sing Consorts, garlands grow, 
Cold winds do whisper, springs do flow. 
There, alwayes is, a rising Sun, 
And day is ever, but begun. 
Shepheards there, bear equal sway, 
And every Nimph's a Queen of May. 

T^orinda. Ah me, ah me. 

Thyrsh. T>ormda, why do'st Cry ? 

c Dorinda. Pm sick, Pm sick, and fain would dye : 

Convinc't me now, that this is true ; 

By bidding, with mee, all adieu 

I cannot live, without thee, I 

Will for thee, much more with thee dye. 

c Dorinda. Then let us give Corellia charge o'th Sheep, 

And thou and Pie pick poppies and them Steep 
In wine, and drink on't even till we weep, 
So shall we smoothly pass away in sleep. 



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The Character of Holland. 



HOlland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, 
As but th' Off-scouring of the TSritthh Sand ; 
And so much Earth as was contributed 
By English Tilots when they heaved the Lead ; 
Or what by th' Oceans slow alluvion fell, 
Of shipwrackt Cockle and the Muscle-shell ; 
This indigested vomit of the Sea 
Fell to the 'Dutch by just Propriety. 

Glad then, as Miners that have found the Oar, 
They with mad labour fish'd the Land to Shoar ; 
And div'd as desperately for each piece 
Of Earth, as if 't had been of Ambergreece ; 
Collecting anxiously small Loads of Clay, 
Less then what building Swallows bear away ; 
Or then those Pills which sordid Beetles roul, 
Tranfusing into them their Dunghil Soul. 

How did they rivet, with Gigantick Piles, 
Thorough the Center their new-catched Miles ; 
And to the stake a strugling Country bound, 
Where barking Waves still bait the forced Ground ; 
Building their watry 'Babel Tar more high 
To reach the Sea, then those to scale the Sky. 

Yet still his claim the Injur'd Ocean laid, 
And oft at Leap-frog ore their Steeples plaid : 
As if on purpose it on Land had come 
To shew them what's their Mare Liberum. 
A daily deluge over them does boyl ; 
The Earth and Water play at Level-coy I ; 
The Fish oft-times the Burger dispossest, 
And sat not as a Meat but as a Guest ; 
And oft the Tritons and the Sea-Nymphs saw 
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Or as they over the new Level rang'd 
For pickled Herring, pickled Heeren chang'd. 
Nature, it seem'd, asham'd of her mistake, 
Would throw their Land away at < D»^ i and 'Drake. 

Therefore Necessity, that first made Kings, 
Something like Qovernment among them brings. 
For as witWTygmees who best kills the Crane, 
Among the hungry he that treasures Qrain, 
Among the blind the one-ey'd blinkard reigns, 
So rules among the drowned he that draines. 
Not who first see the rising Sun commands, 
But who could first discern the rising Lands. 
Who best could know to pump an Earth so leak 
Him they their Lord and Country's Father speak. 
To make a 'Bank, was a great Tlot of State ; 
Invent a Shov'l and be a Magistrate. 
Hence some sm^Tfy^e-grape unperceiv'd invades 
The 'JWr, and grows as 'twere a King of Spades. 
But for less envy some joynt States endures, 
Who look like a Commission of the Sewers. 
For these Half-anders, half wet, and half dry, 
Nor bear ftrift service, not pure Liberty. 

'Tis probable %ejigion after this 
Came next in order ; which they could not miss. 
How could the Dutch but be converted, when 
Th' Apostles were so many Fishermen ? 
Besides the Waters of themselves did rise, 
And, as their Land, so them did re-baptize. 
Though Herring for their Qodfew voices mist, 
And ^Poor-John to have been th' Evangelist. 
Faith, that could never Twins conceive before, 
Never so futile, spawn'd upon this shore : 
More pregnant then their Marg'ret, that laid down 
For Hans-in-Kelder of a whole Hans-Town. 

Sure when Religion did it self imbark, 
And from the East would Westward steer its Ark, 
It struck, and splitting on this unknown ground, 
Each one thence pillag'd the first piece he found : 



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Hence Amsterdam, Turfc-Chrislian-T'agan-Jew, 
Staple of Sects and Mint of Schisme grew ; 
That Tian^ of Conscience, where not one so strange 
Opinion but finds Credit, and Exchange. 
In vain for Catholicks our selves we bear ; 
The universal Church is onely there. 
Nor can Civility there want for Tillage ', 
Where wisely for their Court they chose a Village. 
How fit a Title clothes their Cjovemours, 
Themselves the Hogs as all their Subjects 'Bores ! 

Let it suffice to give their Country Fame 
That it had one Civilis call'd by Name, 
Some Fifteen hundred and more years ago ; 
But surely never any that was so. 

See but their Mairmaids with their Tails of Fish, 
Reeking at Church over the Chafing-'Dish. 
A vestal Turf enshrin'd in Earthen Ware 
Fumes through the loop-holes of wooden Square. 
Each to the Temple with these Altars tend, 
But still does place it at her Western End : 
While the fat stream of Female Sacrifice 
Fills the Trieffs U^ofirils and puts out his Eyes. 

Or what a Spectacle the Shipper gross, 
A Water-Hercules "Butter-Coloss, 
Tunn'd up with all their sev'ral Towns of 'Beer ; 
When Stagg'ring upon some Land, Snicks and Sneer, 
They try, like Statuaries, if they can, 
Cut out each others Athos to a Man : 
And carve in their large Bodies, where they please, 
The Armes of the United Provinces. 

But when such Amity at home is show'd ; 
What then are their confederacies abroad ? 
Let this one court'sie witness all the rest ; 
W'hen their whole Navy they together prest, 
Not Christian Captives to redeem from Bands : 
Or intercept the Western golden Sands : 
No, but all ancient Rights and Leagues must vail, 
Rather then to the English strike their sail ; 



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To whom their weather-beaten Province ows 
It self, when as some greater Vessel tows 
A Cock-boat tost with the same wind and fate ; 
We buoy'd so often up their sinking State. 

Was this Jus "Belli (gr'Paas ; could this be 
Cause why their "Burgomaster of the Sea 
Ram'd with Gun-powder, naming with Brand wine, 
Should raging hold his Linstock to the Mine ? 
While, with feign'd Treaties, they invade by stealth 
Our sore new circumcised Common wealth. 

Yet of his vain Attempt no more he sees 
Then of Case-Gutter shot and "Bullet-Cheese. 
And the torn Navy stagger'd with him home, 
While the Sea laught it self into a foam, 
'Tis true since that (as fortune kindly sports,) 
A wholesome Danger drove us to our Ports. 
While half their banish'd keels the Tempest tost, 
Half bound at home in Prison to the frost : 
That ours mean time at leizure might careen, 
In a calm Winter, under Skies Serene. 
As the obsequious Air and Waters rest, 
Till the dear Halcyon hatch out all its nest. 
The Common wealth doth by its losses grow ; 
And, like its own Seas, only Ebbs to flow. 
Besides that very Agitation laves, 
And purges out the corruptible waves. 

And now again our armed "Bucentore 
Doth yearly their Sea-Nuptials restore. 
And how the Hydra of seaven Provinces 
Is strangled by our Infant Hercules. 
Their Tortoise wants its vainly stretched neck ; 
Their Navy all our Conquest or our Wreck : 
Or, what is left, their Carthage overcome 
Would render fain unto our better %ome. 
Unless our Senate, lest their Youth disuse, 
The War, (but who would) Peace if begg'd refuse. 

For now of nothing may our State despair, 
Darling of Heaven, and of Men the Care ; 

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Provided that they be what they have been, 
Watchful abroad, and honest Still within. 
For while our Neptune doth a Trident shake, (TSlafy. 
Steel'd with those piercing Heads, T)ean, Monck^ and 
And while Jove governs in the highest Sphere, 
Vainly in Hell let Tluto domineer. 



An Horation Ode upon Cromwel's %eturnfrom Ireland. 

THE forward youth that would appear 
Must now forsake his Muses dear, , 
Nor in the shadows sing 
His Numbers languishing. 
'Tis time to leave the Books in dust, 
And oyl th' unused Armours rust, 

Removing from the Wall 
. The Corslet of the Hall. 
So restless Cromwel could not cease 
In the inglorious Arts of Peace, 
But through adventrous War 
Urged his adtive Star. 
And, like the three fork'd Lightning, first 
Breaking the Clouds where it was nurst, 
Did through his own Side 
His fiery way divide. 
For 'tis all one to Courage high 
The Emulous or Enemy ; 

And with such to inclose 
Is more then to oppose. 
Then burning through the Air he went, 
And Pallaces and Temples rent : 
And Cesar's head at last 
Did through his Laurels blast. 
'Tis Madness to resist or blame 
The force of angry Heavens flame : 

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And, if we would speak true, 

Much to the Man is due. 
Who, from his private Gardens, where 
He liv'd reserved and austere, 

As if his highest plot 

To plant the Bergamot, 
Could by industrious Valour climbe 
To ruine the creat Work of Time, 

And cast the Kinedome old 

Into another Mold. 
Though Justice against Fate complain, 
And plead the antient Rights in vain : 

But those do hold or break 

As Men are strong or weak. 
Nature that hateth emptiness, 
Allows of penetration less : 

And therefore must make room 

Where greater Spirits come. 
What field of all the Civil Wars, 
Where his were not the deepest Scars ? 

And Hampton shows what part 

He had of wiser Art. 
Where, twining subtile fears with hope, 
He wove a Net of such a scope, 

That Charles himself might chase 

To Caresbrookj narrow case. 
That thence the Royal A cl or born 
The Tragic^ Scaffold might adorn : 

While round the armed Bands 

Did clap their bloody hands. 
He nothing common did or mean 
Upon that memorable Scene : 

But with his keener Eye 

The Axes edge did try : 
Nor call'd the Gods with vulgar spight 
To vindicate his helpless Right, 

But bow'd his comely Head, 

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This was that memorable Hour 
Which firSt assur'd the forced Pow'r. 
So when they did design 
The Capitols first Line, 
A bleeding Head where they begun, 
Did fright the Architects to run ; 
And yet in that the State 
Foresaw it's happy Fate. 
And now the Irish are asham'd 
To see themselves in one Year tam'd : 
So much one Man can do, 
That does both acl: and know. 
They can affirm his praises beSt, 
And have, though overcome, confest 
How good he is, how just, 
And fit for highest Trust : 
Nor yet grown stiffer with Command, 
But Still in the Rep ub lick's hand : 
How fit he is to sway 
That can so well obey. 
He to the Common Feet presents 
A Kingdome, for his first years rents : 
And, what he may, forbears 
His Fame to make it theirs : 
And has his Sword and Spoyls ungirt, 
To lay them at theTublic^'s skirt. 
So when the Falcon high 
Falls heavy from the Sky, 
She, having kill'd, no more does search, 
But on the next green Bow to pearch ; 
Where, when he first does lure, 
The Falckner has her sure. 
Wriat may not then our Isle presume 
While Victory his Crest does plume ! 
What may not others fear 
If thus he crown each Year 1 
A Ccesar he ere long to Gaul, 
To Italy an Hannibal, 



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And to all States not free 

Shall Clymafterick^ be. 
The T/V7 no shelter now shall find 
Within his party-colour'd Mind ; 

But from this Valour sad 

Shrink underneath the Plad : 
Happy if in the tufted brake 
The English Hunter him mistake. 

Nor lay his Hounds in near 

The Caledonian Deer. 
But thou the Wars and Fortunes Son 
March indefatigably on : 

And for the last effect 

Still keep thy Sword erect ; 
Besides the force it has to fright 
The Spirits of the shady Night, 

The same Arts that did pain 



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THE FIRST 

ANNIVERSARY 

Of the Government under O. C. 



Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, (raise; 
.4 Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does 
So Man, declining alwayes, disappears 
In the weak Circles of increasing Years ; 
And his short Tumults of themselves Compose, 
While flowing Time above his Head does close. 

Cromwell alone with greater Vigour runs, 
(Sun-like) the Stages of succeeding Suns : 
And still the Day which he doth next restore, 
Is the just Wonder of the Day before. 
Cromwell alone doth with new Lustre spring, 
And shines the jewel of the yearly Ring. 

'Tis he the force of scattered Time contracts, 
And in one Year the work of Ages acts : 
Wliile heavy Monarchs make a wide Return, 
Longer, and more Malignant then Saturn : 
And though they all Tlatonique years should raign 
In the same Posture would be found again. 
Their earthy Projects under ground they lay, 
More slow and brittle then the China clay : 
Well may they strive to leave them to their Son, 
For one Thing never was by one King don. 
Yet some more active for a Frontier Town 
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Another triumphs at the publick Cost, 
And will have Worm, if he no more have Lost ; 
They fight by Others, but in Person wrong, 
And only are against their Subjects strong ; 
Their other Wars seem but a feign'd contest, 
This Common Enemy is still opprest ; 
If Conquerors, on them they turn their might ; 
If Conquered, on them they wreak their Spight : 
They neither build the Temple in their dayes, 
Nor Matter for succeeding Founders raise ; 
Nor sacred Prophecies consult within, 
Much less themselves to perfect them begin ; 
No other care they bear of things above, 
Nor sacred Prophecies consult within, 
Much less themselves to perfect them begin ; 
No other care they bear of things above, 
But with Astrologers divine, and Jove, 
To know how long their Planet yet Reprives 
From the deserved Fate their guilty lives : 
Thus (Image-like) and useless time they tell, 
And with vain Scepter strike the hourly Bell ; 
Nor more contribute to the state of Things, 
Then wooden Heads unto the Viol strings. 

While indefatigable Ow^W/hyes, 
And cuts his way still nearer to the Skyes, 
Learning a Musique in the Region clear, 
To tune this lower to that higher Sphere. 

So when Amphion did the Lute command, 
Which the God gave him, with his gentle hand, 
The rougher Stones, unto his Measures hew'd, 
Dans'd up in order from the Quarreys rude ; 
This took a Lower, that an Higher place, 
As he the Treble alter'd, or the Base : 
No Note he struck, but a new Story lay'd, 
And the great Work ascended while he play'd. 

The listning Structures he with Wonder ey'd, 
And still new Stopps to various Time apply'd : 
Now through the Strings a Martial rage he throws, 
And joying streight the Theban Tow'r arose ; 
Then as he strokes them with a Touch more sweet, 
The flocking Marbles in a Palace meet ; 

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But, for he most the graver Notes did try, 
Therefore the Temples rear'd their Columns high : 
Thus, ere he ceas'd, his sacred Lute creates 
Th' harmonious City of the seven Gates. 

Such was that wondrous order and Consent, 
When Cromwell tun'd the ruling Instrument ; 
While tedious Statesmen many years did hack, 
Framing a Liberty that Still went back ; 
Whose num'rous Gorge could swallow in an hour 
That Island, which the Sea cannot devour : 
Then our Amphion issues out and sings, 
And once he struck, and twice, the pow'rful Strings. 

The Commonwealth then first together came, 
And each one enter'd in the willing Frame ; 
All other Matter yields, and may be rul'd ; 
But who the Minds of stubborn Men can build ? 
No Quarry bears a Stone so hardly wrought, 
Nor with such labour from its Center brought ; 
None to be sunk in the Foundation bends, 
Each in the House the highest Place contends, 
And each the Hand that lays him will direct, 
And some fall back upon the Architect ; 
Yet all compos'd by his attractive Song, 
Into the Animated City throng. 

The Common-wealth does through their Centers all 
Draw the Circumf 'rence of the publique Wall ; 
The crossest Spirits here do take their part, 
Fast'ning the Contignation which they thwart ; 
And they, whose Nature leads them to divide, 
Uphold, this one, and that the other Side ; 
But the most Equal still sustein the Height, 
And they as Pillars keep the Work upright ; 
While the resistance of opposed Minds 
The Fabrick as with Arches stronger binds, 
Which on the Basis of a Senate free, 
Knit by the Roofs Protecting weight agree. 

When for his Foot he thus a place had found, 
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And in his sev'ral Aspects, like a Star, 

Here shines in Peace, and thither shoots a War. 

While by his Beams observing Princes steer, 

And wisely court the Influence they fear ; 

O would they rather by his Pattern won. 

Kiss the approaching, nor yet angry Son ; 

And in their numbred Footsteps humbly tread 

The path where holy Oracles do lead ; 

How might they under such a Captain raise, 

The great Designes kept for the latter Dayes ! 

But mad with Reason, so miscall'd, of State 

They know them not, and what they know not, hate; 

Hence Still they sing Hosanna to the Whore, 

And her whom they should Massacre adore : 

But Indians whom they should convert, subdue ; 

Nor teach, but traffique with, or burn the Jew. 

Unhappy Princes, ignorantly bred, 
By Malice some, by Errour more misled ; 
If gracious Heaven to my Life give length, 
Leisure to Time, and to my Weakness Strength, 
Then shall I once with graver Accents shake 
Your Regal sloth, and your long Slumbers wake ; 
Like the shrill Huntsman that prevents the East, 
Winding his Horn to Kings that chase the Beast. 

Till then my Muse shall hollow far behind 
Angelique Cromwell who outwings the wind ; 
And in dark Nights and in cold Dayes alone 
Pursues the Monster through every Throne : 
Which shrinking to her %Qtnan Den impure, 
Gnashes her Goary teeth ; nor there secure. 

Hence oft I think, if in some happy Hour 
High Grace should meet in one with highest Pow'r, 
And then a seasonable People still 
Should bend to his, as he to Heavens will, 
What we might hope, what wonderful Effect 
From such a wish'd Conjuncture might reflect. 
Sure, the mysterious Work, where none withstand, 
Would forthwith finish under such a Hand. 



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Fore-shortened Time its useless Course would Stay, 

And soon precipitate the latest Day. 

But a thick Cloud about that Morning lyes, 

And intercepts the Beams of Mortal eyes, 

That 'tis the most which we determine can, 

If these the Times, then this must be the Man. 

And well he therefore does, and well has guest, 

Who in his Age has always forward prest : 

And knowing not where Heaven's choice may light, 

Girds yet his Sword, and ready stands to fight ; 

But Men alas, as if they nothing car'd, 

Look on, all unconcern'd, or unprepar'd ; 

And, Stars still fall, and still the Dragons Tail 

Swinges the Volumes of its horrid Flail. 

For the great justice that did first suspend 

The World by Sin, does by the same extend. 

Hence that blest Day still counterpoysed wastes, 

The 111 delaying, what th' Elected hastes ; 

Hence landing Nature to new Seas is tost, 

And good Designes still with their Authors lost. 

And thou, great Cromwell^ for whose happy birth 
A Mold was chosen out of better Earth ; 
Whose Saint-like Mother we did lately see 
Live out an Age, long as a Pedigree ; 
That she might seem, could we the Fall dispute, 
T' have smelt the Blossome, and not eat the Fruit ; 
Though none does of more lasting Parents grow, 
But never any did them Honor so ; 
Though thou thine Heart from Evil still unstain'd, 
And always hast thy Tongue from fraud refrain'd ; 
Thou, who so oft through Storms of thundring Lead 
Hast born securely thine undaunted Head, 
Thy Brest through ponyarding Conspiracies, 
Drawn from the Sheath of lying Prophecies ; 
Thee proof beyond all other Force or Skill, 
Our Sins endanger, and shall one day kill. 

How near they fail'd, and in thy sudden Fall 
At once assay'd to overturn us all. 



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Our brutish fury Struggling to be Free, 

Hurry'd thy Horses while they hurry'd thee. 

When thou hadst almost quit thy Mortal cares, 

And soy I'd in Dust thy Crown of silver Hairs. 

Let this one Sorrow interweave among 

The other Glories of our yearly Song. 

Like skilful Looms which through the costly threed 

Of purling Ore, a shining wave do shed : 

So shall the Tears we on past Grief employ, 

Still as they trickle, glitter in our Joy. 

So with more Modesty we may be True, 

And speak as of the Dead the Praises due : 

While impious Men deceiv'd with pleasure short, 

On their own Hopes shall find the Fall retort. 

But the poor Beasts wanting their noble Guide, 

What could they more ? shrunk guiltily aside. 

First winged Fear transports them far away, 

And leaden Sorrow then their flight did stay. 

See how they each his tow'ring Crest abate, 

And the green Grass, and their known Mangers hate, 

Nor through wide Nostrils snuffe the wanton air, 

Nor their round Hoofs, or curled Mane's compare ; 

With wandring Eyes, and restless Ears they stood, 

And with shrill Neighings ask'd him of the Wood. 

Thou Cromwell falling, not a stupid Tree, 

Or Rock so savage, but it mourn'd for thee : 

And all about was heard a Panique groan, 

As if that Nature's self were overthrown. 

It seemed the Earth did from the Center tear ; 

It seemed the Sun was fain out of the Sphere : 

Justice obstructed lay, and Reason fool'd ; 

Courage disheartened, and Religion cool'd. 

A dismal Silence through the Palace went, 

And then loud Shreiks the vaulted Marbles rent. 

Such as the dying Chorus sings by turns, 

And to deaf Seas, and ruthless Tempests mourns, 

When now they sink, and now the plundring Streams 

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But thee triumphant hence the firy Carr, 
And firy Steeds had born out of the Warr, 
From the low World, and thankless Men above, 
Unto the Kingdom blest of Peace and Love : 
We only mourn'd our selves, in thine Ascent, 
Whom thou hadst left beneath with Mantle rent. 

For all delight of Life thou then didst lose, 
When to Command, thou didst thy self Depose ; 
Resigning up thy Privacy so dear, 
To turn the headstrong Peoples Charioteer ; 
For to be Cromivell was a greater thing, 
Then ought below, or yet above a King : 
Therefore thou rather didst thy Self depress, 
Yielding to Rule, because it made thee Less. 

For, neither didst thou from the first apply 
Thy sola Spirit unto things too High, 
But in thine own Fields exercisedst long, 
An healthful Mind within a Body strong ; 
Till at the Seventh time thou in the Skyes, 
As a small Cloud, like a Man's hand didst rise ; 
Then did thick Mists and Winds the air deform, 
And down at last thou pow'rdst the fertile Storm ; 
Which to the thirsty Land did plenty bring, 
But though forewarn'd, o'r-took and wet the King. 

What since he did, an higher force him push'd 
Still from behind, and it before him rush'd, 
Though undiscern'd among the tumult blind, 
Who think those high Decrees by Man design'd. 
'Twas Heav'n would not that his Pow'r should cease, 
But walk still middle betwixt War and Peace ; 
Choosing each Stone, and poysing every weight, 
Trying the Measures of the Bredth and Height ; 
Here pulling down, and there erecting New, 
Founding a firm State by Proportions true. 

When Qideon so did from the War retreat, 
Yet by the Conquest of two Kings grown great, 
He on the Peace extends a Warlike power, 
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And how he Smooths Elders durst suppress, 
With Thorns and Briars of the Wildnerness. 
No King- mio;ht ever such a Force have done : 
Yet would not he be Lord, nor yet his Son. 

Thou with the same strength, and an Heart as plain, 
Didst (like thine Olive) still refuse to Reign ; 
Though why should others all thy Labor spoil, 
And Brambles be anointed with thine Oyl, 
Whose climbing Flame, without a timely stop, 
Had quickly Levell'd every Cedar's top. 
Therefore first growing to thy self a Law, 
Th' ambitious Shrubs thou in just time didst aw. 

So have I seen at Sea, when whirling Winds, 
Hurry the Bark, but more the Seamens minds, 
Who with mistaken Course Salute the Sand, 
And threat'ning Rocks misapprehend for Land ; 
While baleful Tritons to the shipwrack guide, 
And Corposants along the Tacklings slide. 
The Passengers all wearyed out before, 
Giddy, and wishing for the fatal Shore ; 
Some lusty Mate, who with more careful Eye 
Counted the Hours, and ev'ry Star did spy, 
The Helm does from the artless Steersman strain, 
And doubles back unto the safer Main. 
What though a while they grumble discontent, 
Saving himself he does their loss prevent. 

'Tis not a Freedome, that where All command ; 
Nor Tyranny, where One does them withstand : 
But who of both the Bounders knows to lay 
Him as their Father must the State obey. 

Thou, and thine House, like ^Qoah's eight did rest, 
Left by the Wars Flood on the Mountains Crest : 
And the large Vale lay subject to thy Will, 
Which thou but as an Husbandman would Till : 
And only didst for others plant the Vine 
Of Liberty, not drunken with its Wine. 

That sober Liberty which men may have, 
That they enjoy, but more they vainly crave : 



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And such as to their Parents Tents do press, 
May shew their own, not see his Nakedness. 

Yet such a Chammish issue still does rage, 
The Shame and Plague both of the Land and Age, 
Who watch'd thy halting, and thy Fall deride, 
Rejoycing when thy Foot had slipt aside ; 
That their new King might the fifth Scepter shake, 
And make the World, by his Example, Quake : 
Whose frantique Army should they want for Men 
Might muster Heresies, so one were ten. 
What thy Misfortune, they the Spirit call, 
And their Religion only is to Fall. 
Oh ! Mahomet ! now couldst thou rise again, 
Thy Falling-sickness should have made thee Reign, 
While Fea\e and Simpson would in many a Tome, 
Have writ the Comments of thy Sacred Foame : 
For soon thou mightst have past among their Rant 
Wer't but for thine unmoved Tulipant ; 
As thou must needs have own'd them of thy band 
For prophecies fit to be A/corand. 

Accursed Locusts, whom your King does spit 
Out of the Center of th' unbottom'd Pit ; 
Wand'rers, Adult'rers, Lyers, Munser's rest, 
Sorcerers, Atheists, jesuites, Possest ; 
You who the Scriptures and the Laws deface 
With the same liberty as Points and Lace ; 
Oh Race most hypocritically strict ! 
Bent to reduce us to the ancient Pict ; 
Well may you aft the Adam and the Eve ; 
Ay, and the Serpent too that did deceive. 

But the great Captain, now the danger's ore, 
Makes you for his sake Tremble one fit more ; 
And, to your spight, returning yet alive 
Does with himself all that is good revive. 

So when first Man did through the Morning new 
See the bright Sun his shining Race pursue, 
All day he follow'd with unwearied sight, 
Pleas'd with that other World of moving Light ; 



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But thought him when he miss'd his setting beams, 
Sunk in the Hills, or plung'd below the Streams. 
While dismal blacks hung round the Universe, 
And Stars (like Tapers) burn'd upon his Herse : 
And Owls and Ravens with their screeching noyse 
Did make the Fun'rals sadder by their Joyes. 
His weeping Eyes the doleful Vigils keep, 
Not knowing yet the Night was made for sleep : 
Still to the West, where he him lost, he turn'd, 
And with such accents, as Despairing, mourn'd : 
Why did mine Eyes once see so bright a Ray ; 
Or why Day last no longer then a Day ? 
When streight the Sun behind him he descry'd, 
Smiling serenely from the further side. 

So while our Star that gives us Light and Heat, 
Seem'd now a long and gloomy Night to threat, 
Up from the other World his Flame he darts, 
And Princes shining through their windows starts ; 
Who their suspected Counsellors refuse, 
And credulous Ambassadors accuse. 

'Is this, saith one, the Nation that we read 
'Spent with both Wars, under a Captain dead ? 
'Yet rig a Navy while we dress us late ; 
'And ere we dine, rase and rebuild our State. 
'What Oaken Forrests, and what golden Mines ! 
'What Minds of Men, what Union of Designes ! 
'Unless their Ships, do, as their Fowle proceed 
'Of shedding Leaves, that with their Ocean breed. 
'Theirs are not Ships, but rather Arks of War, 
'And beaked Promontories sail'd from far ; 
'Of floting Islands a new Hatched Nest ; 
'A Fleet of Worlds, of other Worlds in quest ; 
'An hideous shole of wood-Leviathans, 
'Arm'd with three Tire of brazen Hurricans ; 
'That through the Center shoot their thundring side 
'And sink the Earth that does at Anchor ride. 
'What refuge to escape them can be found, 
'Whose watry Leaguers all the world surround ? 



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'Needs must we all their Tributaries be, 
'Whose Navies hold the Sluces of the Sea. 
'The Ocean is the Fountain of Command, 
'But that once took, we Captives are on Land. 
'And those that have the Waters for their share, 
'Can quickly leave us neither Earth nor Air. 
'Yet if through these our Fears could find a pass ; 
'Through double Oak, and lin'd with treble Brass ; 
'That one Man Still, although but nam'd, alarms 
'More then all Men, all Navies, and all Arms. 
'Him, all the Day, Him, in late Nights I dread, 
'And still his Sword seems hanging o'er my head. 
'The Nation had been ours, but his one Soul 
'Moves the great Bulk, and animates the whole. 
'He Secrecy with Number hath inchas'd, 
'Courage with Age, Maturity with Hast : 
'The Valiants Terror, Riddle of the Wise ; 
'And still his Fauchion all our Knots unties. 
'Where did he learn those Arts that cost us dear ? 
'Where below Earth, or where above the Sphere ? 
'He seems a King by long Succession born, 
'And yet the same to be a King does scorn. 
'Abroad a King he seems, and something more, 
'At home a Sub j eel; on the equal Floor. 
'O could I once with him our Title see, 
'So should I hope yet he might Dye as wee. 
'But let them write his Praise that love him best, 
'It grieves me sore to have thus much confest. 

Pardon, great Prince, if thus their Fear or Spight 
More then our Love and Duty do thee Right. 
I yield, nor further will the Prize contend ; 
So that we both alike may miss our End : 
While thou thy venerable Head dost raise 
As far above their Malice as my Praise. 
And as the Angel of our Commonweal, 
Troubling the Waters, yearly mak'st them Heal. 



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In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John ad 
Provincias Fcederatas. 

INgeniosa Viris contingunt 'Notnina magnis, 
Ut dubites Casu vel%atione data. 
V^am Sors, ccsca licet, tamen eft prasaga futuri ; 

Et sub fatidico Nomine verapremit. 
Et Tu, cm soli voluit Respublica credi, 

Eadera sen Belgis seu novate Ua f eras ; 
HaudfruBra cecidit tibi Compellatio fall ax, 

AH scriptum ancipiti Nomine Munus erat ; 
Scilicet hoc Martis, sed Pacis V^Qmtius illo : 

Clavibus his Jani ferrea Claufira regis. 
V^on opus Arcanos Chartis committere Sensus, 

Et varia licitos condere Eraude Tfolos. 
Tu quoqite si taceas tamen eft Legatio Nomen 

Et velut in Scyt&le publica verba refert. 
Vultis Oliverum, Batavi, San&umve, Johannem ? 

Antiochus gyro non breviore fietit. 



A Letter to Do£tor Ingelo, then with my Lord Whit- 
lock, Ambassador fromtheTrtf/^rto the Queen of 
Sweden. 

QUidfacis Ar£toi charissime transfuga cceli, 
lnge\e,proh serb cognite, rapte citb ? 
^Qtm satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Affrum, 
Qui modo tarn mollis nee bene fir mus eras ? 
Qua Qentes Hominum, qua sit V^atura Eocorum, 

Sint Homines, potius die ibi sintne Eoca ? 
U^Cum gravis horrisono Polus obruit omnia lapsu, 
Jungitur <& prceceps Mundus utraque nive ? 

An 



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An melius cam's horrescit Campus ArisJis, 

Annum Agricolis <& redit Orbe labor ? 
Incolit, ntfertur, savam Qens mitior Oram, 

Tace vigil, Hello slrenuajnsla Foro. 
Quin ibi sunt Urbes, at que alt a Palatia Regum, 

Musarumque domus, e^ sua Templa Deo. 
J^arn regit Imperio populum Christina ferocem, 

Et dare jura potest regia Virgo viris. 
Utque trahit rigidum Magnes Aquilone Metallum, 

Qaudet earn Soboles ferra fponte sequi. 
'Die quantum liceat fallaci credere Fama, 

Invida num taceat plnra , sonetve loquax. 
At, si vera fides, Mundi melioris ab ortu, 

Sacula ChriStinae nulla tulere parem. 
Ipsa licet redeat (noffri decus orbis) Eliza, 

Quails nostra tamen quantaque 'Eliz^fuit. 
Vidimus Effigiem, mistasque Coloribus Umbras : 

Sic quoque Sceptripotens, sic quoque visa Dea. 
August am decorant (raro concordid) fivntem 

MajeStas & Amor, Forma Pudorque simul. 
Ingens Virgineo fpirat GuStavus in ore : 

Agnoscas animos, fulmineumque^atrem. 
U^Qdla suo nituit tarn lucida Stella sub Axe ; 

J\(on Ea qua meruit Crimine Nympha 'Tolum. 
Ah quo ties pavidum demisit conscia Lumen, 

Utque sua timuit Parrhasis Ora Dese ! 
Et, simulet falsa ni Victor imagine Vultm, 

Delia tarn similis necfuit ipsa sibi. 
U^[ quod inornati Trivial sint forte Cap/ Hi, 

Sollicita sedhuic distribuantur Acu. 
Scilicet ut nemo est ilia reverentior aqui ; 

Haud ipsas igiturfert sine Lege Comas. 
Qloria sylvarum pariter communis utriqne 

EH, & perpetua Virginitatis Honos. 
Sic quoque Nympharum supereminet Agmina collo, 

Fertque Choros Cynthi per Juga, per fhQyes. 
Haud aliter pari les Ciliorum contrahit Arcus 

Acribus ast Oculis tela subesse putes. 



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Lumin/bus dubites an straverit ilia Sagittis 

Qua fore t exuviis ardna colla Feram. 
Alcides humeros coopertus pelle Nemaea 

Hand ita labentis suBulit Orbis Onus. 
Hen qua Cervices subneUunt Te flora tales, 

Frigidiora Cjelu, candidiora U^ive. 
Catera non limit, sed vix ea tota, videre ; 

V^atn clan si rigido slant Adamante Sinus. 
Sen Chlamys Artifici nimium succurrerit auso, 

Sicque imperfect urn fugerit impar Opus : 
Sive tribus sf>ernat Viffrix certare Deabus, 

Ft pretium formes nee fpoliata ferat. 
Junonis properans & clara Trophaa Minervae / 

Mollia nam Veneris pramia nosse piget. 
Hinc neque consuluit fugitives prodiga Forma, 

ZKec timuit seris invigilasse Libris. 
Insomnem quoties Nymphae monuere sequaces 

'Decedet roseis heu color ille Qenis. 
Jamque vigil leni cessit Philonela sopori, 

Omnibus <& Sylvis conticuere Fera. 
Acrior ilia tamen pergit, Cur as que fatigat : 

Tanti efi dofforum volvere scripta Virum. 
Ft liciti qua sint moderamina discere Regni, 

Quidfuerit, quid sit, noscere quicquid erit. 
Sic quod in ingenuas Gothus peccaverit Artes 

Vindicat, & ftudiis expiat Una suis. 
Exemplum dociles imitantur nobile Cjentes, 

Etge minis Infans imbuit Or a sonis. 
Tranfpositos Suecis credos migrasse Latinos, 

Carmine Romuleo sic sJrepit omne ^(emus. 
Upsala necprhcis impar memoratur Athenis, 

iEgidaque & Currus hie sua Pallas habet. 
Wine quale s lice at Berasse Liquores, 

Quiim Dea prasideat fontibus ipsa sacris ! 
I Hie Laffe ruant illic & flumina Me lie, 

Fulvaque inauratam tingat Arena Salam. 
Upsalides Musae nunc & major a canemus, 

Quaque mihi Fama non levis Aura tnlit. 



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Creditnr baud ulli Christus signasse suorum 

Occultam gemma de meliore V^otam, 
Quemque tenet charo descriptum Nomine semper, 

'Won minus exculptum Teflon fi da refert. 
Sola bac virgineas depascit Flamma Medullas, 

Et lid to per git solvere cordafoco. 
Tu quoque SancJorum fasJos Christina sacrabh, 

Unica nee Virgo Volsiniensis erit. 
Disci te nunc Reges (Majestas proxima coelo) 

Disci te proh magnos hinc coluhse Deos. 
Ahpudeat Tantos pueriliafingere coepta, 

Nugas nescio quas, & male quarere Opes. 
Acer Equo cuncJos dum prceterit ilia Britanno, 

Etpecoris folium nescit inerme sequi. 
AH Aquilam poscit Germano pellere Nido, 

'Deque Palatino Monte fugare Lupam. 
Vos etiam latos in prcedamjungite Campos, 

Impiaque arclath cingite LusJraTlagh. 
Victor Oliverus nudum Caput exerit Armis, 

Ducere sive sequi while latus Iter. 
Qualhjam Senior Solymce Godfredus ad Arces, 

Spina cui cams floruit alba Comh. 
Et Lappos Christina pote H & solvere Finnos, 

Ultima quos Boreas carcere Clauslra premunt. 
/Eoliis qua.les Venti fl"emuere sub antrh, 

Et tentant Month corripuhse moras. 
Hanc Dea si summa demherit Arce procellam 

Quam gravis Austriacis Hesperiisque cadat ! 
Omnia sed rediens olim narraveris Ipse ; 

ZKec reditus sJ)ero tempora longa petit. 
7^on ibi lentapigro slringunturfrigore Verba, 

Solibus, <& tandem Vere liquanda novo. 
Sed radiis bye mem Regina potentior urit ; 

Hacque magis solvit, quam ligat MaTolum. 
Dicitur <& noHros moerens audisse Labores, 

Forth & ingenuam Qenth amasse Fidem. 
Oblata Batavam nee pad commodat Aurem / 

J*Qf vers at Danos insidiosa dolos. 



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Sed pia feftinat mutatis Fader a rebus, 

Et Libertatem qua dominatur a?nat. 
T)igna cui Salomon meritos retulisset honores, 

Et Saba concretum Thure cremasset Iter. 
Ham tua, sed melius, celebraverit, Ingele, Musa ; 

Et labor eft veftra debitus iUe Lyra. 
3\(os sine te frufira Thamisis saliceta subimus, 

Sparsaque per fieri les Turba vagamur Agros. 
Et male tentanti querulum refpondet Avena : 

Quin & Rogerio dissiluere fides. 
Hac tamen absenti memores dictamus Amico, 

Qrataque ffieramus qualiacumque fore. 



H 



In Effigiem Oliveri Cromivell. 

JEc eft qua toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, 
At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt. 



In eandem Reginas Suecia transmissam. 

ISellipotens Virgo, sept em Regina Trionum. 

Chriftina, Arttoi lucida ftella ^oli ; 
Cernis qua* merui dura sub Casside Hugos ; 

Sicque Senex Armh impiger Orafero ; 
Invia Fatorum dumper Veftigia nitor, 

Exequor & c Populi fortia Jussa Manu. 
At tibi submittitfi'ontem reverentior Umbra, 

V^Qc sunt hi Vultus Regibus usque truces. 



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Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg 
and the Lady Mary Cromwell. 

First. 

Chorus. Endjmion. Luna. 
Chorus. 

TH' Astrologers own Eyes are set, 
And even Wolves the Sheep forget ; 
Only this Shepheard, late and soon, 
Upon this Hill outwakes the Moon. 
Heark how he sings, with sad delight, 
Thorough the clear and silent Night. 

Endjmion. 

Cynthia, Cynthia, turn thine Ear, 
Nor scorn Endjmions plaints to hear. 
As we our Flocks, so you command 
The fleecy Clouds with silver wand. 

Cynthia. 

If thou a Mortal, rather sleep ; 
Or if a Shepheard, watch thy Sheep. 

Endjmion. 

The Shepheard, since he saw thine Eyes, 
And Sheep are both thy Sacrifice. 
Nor merits he a Mortal's name, 
That burns with an immortal Flame. 

Cynthia. 



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Cynthia. 

I have enough for me to do, 
Ruling the Waves that Ebb and flow. 

Endymion. 

Since thou disdain's!: not then to share 
On Sublunary things thy care ; 
Rather restrain these double Seas, 
Mine Eyes uncessant deluges. 

Cynthia. 

My wakeful Lamp all night must move, 
Securing their Repose above. 

Endywion. 

If therefore thy resplendent Ray 
Can make a Night more bright then Day ; 
Shine thorough this obscurer BreSt, 
With shades of deep Despair oppreSt. 

Chorus. 

Courage, Endywion, boldly Woo, 
Anchhes was a Shepheard too : 
Yet is her younger Sitter laid 
Sporting with him in Ida's shade : 

And Cynthia, though the Strongest 
Seeks but the honour to have held out longest. 

Endywion. 

Here unto Latmos Top I climbe : 
How far below thine Orbe sublime ? 
O why, as well as Eyes to see, 
Have I not Armes that reach to thee ? 



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Cynthia. 

'Tis needless then that I refuse, 
Would you but your own Reason use. 

Endymion. 

Though I so high may not pretend, 
It is the same so you descend. 

Cynthia. 

These Stars would say I do them wrong, 
Rivals each one for thee too strong. 

Endymion. 

The Stars are fix'd unto their Sphere, 
And cannot, though they would, come near. 
Less Loves set of each others praise, 
While Stars Eclypse by mixing Rayes. 

Cynthia. 
That Cave is dark. 

Endymion. 

Then none can spy : 
Or shine Thou there and 'tis the Sky. 

Chorus. 

Joy to Endymion, 
For he has Cynthia's favour won. 
And Jove himself approves 
With his serenest influence their Loves. 
For he did never love to pair 
His Progeny above the Air ; 
But to be honest, valiant, wise, 
Makes Mortals matches fit £oz c Deityes, 

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Second Song. 
Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin. 
Hobbinol. 

PHi/IiSy Tomalin, away : 
Never such a merry day. 
For the Northern Shepheards Son 
Has Menalca's daughter won. 

^hillh. 

Stay till I some flow'rs ha' ty'd 
In a Garland for the Bride. 

Tomalin. 

If thou would'st a Garland bring, 
Thillis you may wait the Spring : 
They ha' chosen such an hour 
When She is the only flow'r. 

Thillis. 

Let's not then at least be seen 
Without each a Sprig of Green. 

Hobbinol. 

Fear not ; at Menalca's Hall. 
There is Bayes enough for all. 
He when Young as we did graze, 
But when Old he planted Bayes. 

Tomalin. 

Here She comes ; but with a Look 
Far more catching then my Hook. 



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'Twas those Eyes, I now dare swear, 
Led our Lambs we knew not where. 

Hobbinol. 

Not our Lambs own Fleeces are 
Curl'd so lovely as her Hair : 
Nor our Sheep new Wash'd can be 
Half so white or sweet as She. 

Chillis. 

He so looks as fit to keep 
Somewhat else then silly Sheep. 

Hobbinol. 

Come, lets in some Carol new 
Pay to Love and Them their due. 

All. 

joy to that happy Tair, 
Whose Hopes united banish our Despair. 

What Shepheard could for Love pretend, 
Whil'st all the Nymphs onDamon's choice attend ? 

What Shepherdess could hope to wed 

Before Marina's turn were sped ? 

Now lesser Beauties may take place, 

And meaner Virtues come in play ; 
While they, 
Looking from high, 
Shall grace 
Our Flocks and us with a propitious Eye. 

But what is most, the gentle Swain 

No more shall need of Love complain ; 

But Virtue shall be Beauties hire, 
And those be equal that have equal Fire. 

Marina yields. Who dares be coy ? 
Or who despair, now 'Damon does enjoy ? 

Joy to that happy Pair, 
W r hose Hopes united banish our Despair. 

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A Poem upon the Death of O. C. 

THat Providence which had so long the care 
Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, 
Now in its self (the Glass where all appears) 
Had seen the period of his golden Years : 
And thenceforth onely did attend to trace, 
What death might least so fair a Life deface. 

The People, which what most they fear esteem, 
Death when more horrid so more noble deem ; 
And blame the last Act, like Spectators vain, 
Unless the Prince whom they applaud be slain. 
Nor Fate indeed can well refuse that right 
To those that liv'd in War, to dye in Fight. 

But long his Valour none had left that could 
Indanger him, or Clemency that would. 
And he whom Nature all for Peace had made, 
But angry Heaven unto War had sway'd, 
And so less useful where he most desir'd, 
For what he least affected was admir'd, 
Deserved yet an End whose ev'ry part 
Should speak the wondrous softness of his Heart. 

To Love and Cjrief the fatal Writ was sign'd ; 
(Those noble weaknesses of humane Mind, 
From which those Powers that issu'd the Decree, 
Although immortal, found they were not free.) 
That they, to whom his Breast still open lyes, 
In gentle Passions should his Death disguise : 
And leave succeeding Ages cause to mourn, 
As long as Grief shall weep, or Love shall burn. 

Streight does a slow and languishing Disease 
Eli^a, Natures and his darling, seize. 
Her when an infant, taken with her Charms, 
He oft would flourish in his mighty Arms ; 



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And, lest their force the tender burthen wrong, 
Slacken the vigour of his Muscles strong ; 
Then to the Mothers brest her softly move, 
Which while she drain'd of Milk she filled with Love. 
But as with riper Years her Virtue grew, 
And ev'ry minute adds a Lustre new ; 
When with meridian height her Beauty shin'd, 
And thorough that sparkled her fairer Mind ; 
When She with Smiles serene and Words discreet 
His hidden Soul at ev'ry turn could meet ; 
Then might y' ha' daily his Affection spy'd, 
Doubling that knot which Destiny had ty'd. 
While they by sence, not knowing, comprehend 
How on each other both their Fates depend. 
With her each day the pleasing Hours he shares, 
And at her Aspect calms her growing Cares ; 
Or with a Grandsire's joy her Children sees 
Hanging about her neck or at his knees. 
Hold fast dear Infants, hold them both or none ; 
This will not stay when once the other's gone. 

A silent fire now wasts those Limbs of Wax, 
And him within his tortur'd Image racks. 
So the Flowr with'ring which the Garden crown'd, 
The sad Root pines in secret under ground. 
Each Groan he doubled and each Sigh he sigh'd, 
Repeated over to the restless Night. 
No trembling String compos'd to Numbers new, 
Answers the touch in Notes more sad more true. 
She lest He grieves hides what She can her pains, 
And He to lessen hers his Sorrow feigns : 
And so diminishing increast their ills : 
That whether by each others grief they fell, 
Or on their own redoubled, none can tell. 

And now Eliza's purple Locks were shorn, 
Where She so long her Father's fate had worn : 
And frequent lightning to her Soul that flyes, 
Devides the Air, and opens all the Skyes : 



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And now his Life, suspended by her breath, 
Ran out impetuously to halting Death. 
Like polish'd Mirrours, so his Steely Brest 
Had ev'ry figure of her woes exprest ; 
And with the damp of her last Gasps obscur'd, 
Had drawn such Staines as were not to be cur'd. 
Fate could not either teach with single stroke, 
But the dear Image fled the Mirrour broke. 

Who now shall tell us more of mournful Swans, 
Of Halcyons kind, or bleeding Pelicans ? 
No downy breast did ere so gently beat, 
Or fan with airy plumes so soft an heat. 
For he no duty by his height excus'd, 
Nor though a Trince to be a Man refused : 
But rather then in his Eliza's pain 
Not love, not grieve, would neither live nor reign : 
And in himself so oft immortal try'd, 
Yet in compassion of another dy'd. 

So have I seen a Vine, whose lasting Age 
Of many a Winter hath survived the rage. 
Under whose shady tent Men ev'ry year 
At its rich bloods expence their Sorrows chear, 
If some dear branch where it extends its life 
Chance to be prun'd by an untimely knife, 
The Parent-Tree unto the Grief succeeds, 
And through the Wound its vital humour bleeds ; 
Trickling in watry drops, whose flowing shape 
Weeps that it falls ere fix'd into a Grape. 
So the dry Stock, no more that spreading Vine, 
Frustrates the Autumn and the hopes of Wine. 

A secret Cause does sure those Signs ordain 
Fore boding Princes falls, and seldom vain. 
Whether some Kinder Pow'rs, that wish us well, 
What they above cannot prevent, foretell ; 
Or the great World do by consent presage, 
As hollow Seas with future Tempests rage : 
Or rather Heav'n, which us so long foresees, 
Their fun'rals celebrate while it decrees. 



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But never yet was any humane Fate 

By nature solemniz'd with so much slate. 

He unconcern'd the dreadful passage crost ; 

But oh what pangs that Death did Nature cost ! 

First the great Thunder was shot off, and sent 

The Signal from the starry Battlement. 

The Winds receive it, and its force out-do, 

As practising how they could thunder too : 

Out of the Binders Hand the Sheaves they tore, 

And thrash'd the Harvest in the airy floore ; 

Or of huge Trees, whose growth with his did rise, 

The deep foundations open'd to the Skyes. 

Then heavy Showres the winged Tempests dead, 

And pour the Deluge ore the Chaos head. 

The Race of warlike Horses at his Tomb 

Offer themselves in many a Hecatomb ; 

With pensive head towards the ground they fall, 

And helpless languish at the tainted Stall. 

Numbers of Men decrease with pains unknown, 

And hasten not to see his Death their own. 

Such Tortures all the Elements unfix'd, 

Troubled to part where so exactly mix'd. 

And as through Air his wasting Spirits flow'd, 

The Universe labour'd beneath their load. 

Nature it seem'd with him would Nature vye ; 
He with Bii^a, It with him would dye. 

He without noise still travell'd to his End, 
As silent Suns to meet the Night descend. 
The Stars that for him fought had only pow'r 
Left to determine now his fatal Hour ; 
Which, since they might not hinder, yet they cast 
To chuse it worthy of his Cj lories past. 

No part of time but bore his mark away 
Of honour ; all the Year was Cromwell's day : 
But this, of all the most auspicious found, 
Twice had in open field him Victor crown'd : 
When up the armed Mountains of 'Dunbar 
He march'd, and through deep Severn ending war. 



What 



144 Miscellanies 

What day should him eternise but the same 

That had before immortali^d his Name ? 

That so who ere would at his Death have joy'd, 

In their own Griefs might find themselves imploy'd ; 

But those that sadly his departure griev'd, 

Yet joy'd remembring what he once achiev'd. 

And the last minute his victorious Qhost 

Gave chase to Ligny on the 'Be/gzcfc CoasJ. 

Here ended all his mortal toyles : He lay'd 

And slept in Peace under the Lawrel shade. 

Cromwell, Heavens Favorite ! To none 
Have such high honours from above been shown : 
For whom the Elements we Mourners see, 
And Heav'n it self would the great Herald be ; 
Which with more care set forth his Obsequies 
Then those of Moses hid from humane Eyes ; 
As jealous only here lest all be less, 
That we could to his Memory espress. 

Then let us to our course of Mourning keep : 
Where Heaven leads, 'tis Piety to weep. 
Stand back ye Seas, and shrunk beneath the vail 
Of your Abysse, with cover'd Head bewail 
Your Monarch : We demand not your supplies 
To compass in our Isle : our Tears suffice : 
Since him away the dismal Tempest rent, 
Who once more joyn'd us to the Continent ; 
Who planted England on the Flandricfc shoar, 
And stretched ourfrontire to the Indian Ore ; 
Whose greater Truths obscure the Fables old, 
Whether oi'Brittish Saints or Worthy's told ; 
And in a valour less'ning Arthur's deeds, 
For Holyness the Confessor exceeds. 

He first put Armes into Religions hand, 
And tim'rous Conscience unto Courage man'd : 
The Souldier taught that inward Mail to wear. 
And fearing CjWhow they should nothing fear. 
Those Strokes he said will pierce through all below 
Where those that strike from Heaven fetch their Blow. 



Astonish'd 



Miscellanies 145 

Astonish'd armyes did their flight prepare, 

And cityes Strong were Stormed by his prayer ; 

Of that for ever 'Trefion's field shall tell 

The story, and impregnable Clonmell. 

And where the sandy mountain Femvic^ scal'd, 

The sea between, yet hence his pray'r prevail'd. 

What man was ever so in Heav'n obey'd 

Since the commanded sun o're Qibeon stay'd ? 

In all his warrs needs must he triumph, when 

He conquer'd Qod y still ere he fought with men : 

Hence, though in battle none so brave or fierce, 

Yet him the adverse steel could never pierce. 

Pity it seem'd to hurt him more that felt 

Each wound himself which he to others delt ; 

Danger itself refusing to offend 

So loose an enemy, so fast a friend. 

Friendship, that sacred virtue, long declaime 

The first foundation of his house and name : 

But within one its narrow limits fall, 

His tendernesse extended unto all. 

And that deep soule through every channell flows, 

Where kindly nature loves itself to lose. 

More strong affections never reason serv'd, 

Yet still affe&ed most what best deserv'd. 

If he Eti^a lov'd to that degree, 

(Though who more worthy to be lov'd than she ?) 

If so indulgent to his own, how deare 

To him the children of the Highest were ? 

For her he once did nature's tribute pay : 

For these his life adventur'd every day : 

And 'twould be found, could we his thoughts have caSt, 

Their griefs struck deepest, if Eliza's last. 

What prudence more than humane did he need 

To keep so deare, so difFring minds agreed ? 

The worser sort, so conscious of their ill, 

Lye weak and easy to the ruler's will ; 

But to the good (too many or too few) 

All law is uselesse, all reward is due. 



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146 Miscellanies 

Oh ! ill advis'd, if not for love, for shame, 

Spare yet your own, if you neglect his fame ; 

Least others dare to think your 2eale a maske, 

And you to govern only Heaven's taske. 

Valour, religion, friendship, prudence dy'd 

At once with him, and all that's good beside ; 

And we death's refuge nature's dregs confin'd 

To loathsome life, alas ! are left behind. 

Where we (so once we us'd) shall now no more, 

To fetch day, presse about his chamber-door ; 

From which he issu'd with that awfull slate, 

It seem'd Mars broke through Janus' double gate ; 

Yet always temper'd with an aire so mild, 

No April sunns that e'er so gently smil'd ; 

No more shall heare that powerful language charm, 

Whose force oft spar'd the labour of his arm : 

No more shall follow where he spent the dayes 

In warre, in counsell, or in pray'r, and praise ; 

Whose meanest acts he would himself advance, 

As ungirt 'David to the arke did dance. 

All, all is gone of ours or his delight 

In horses fierce, wild deer, or armour bright ; 

Franckca fake can nothing now but weep, 

Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. 

I saw him dead, a leaden slumber lyes, 
And mortal sleep over those wakefull eyes : 
Those gentle rays under the lids were fled, 
Which through his looks that piercing sweetnesse shed; 
That post which so majestique was and strong, 
Loose and depriv'd of vigour, stretch'd along : 
All wither'd, all discolour'd, pale and wan, 
How much another thing, no more than man ? 
Oh ! humaine glory, vaine, oh ! death, oh ! wings, 
Oh ! worthlesse world ! oh transitory things ! 
Yet dwelt that greatnesse in his shape decay'd 
That still though dead, greater than death he lay'd ; 
And in his alter'd face you something faigne, 
That threatens death, he yet will live again. 



Not 



Miscellanies 147 

Not much unlike the sacred oak, which shoots 
To Heav'n its branches, and through earth its roots : 
Whose spacious boughs are hung with trophies round, 
And honour'd wreaths have oft the victour crown'd. 
When angry Jove darts lightning through the aire, 
At mortalls sins, nor his own plant will spare ; 
(It groans, and bruises all below that stoood 
So many years the shelter of the wood.) 
The tree ere while foreshortned to our view, 
When fall'n shews taller yet than as it grew : 
So shall his praise to after times encrease, 
When truth shall be allow'd, and faction cease ; 
And his own shadows with him full, the eye 
Detracts from objects than itself more high : 
But when death takes them from that envy'd state, 
Seeing how little we confess, how greate, 
Thee, many ages hence, in martial verse 
Shall th' English souldier, ere he charge, rehearse ; 
Singing of thee, inflame themselves to fight, 
And with the name of Cromwell, armyes fright. 
As long as rivers to the seas shall runne, 
As long as Cynthia shall relieve the sunne, 
While iStaggs shall fly unto the forests thick, 
While sheep delight the grassy downs to pick, 
As long as future time succeeds the past, 
Always thy honour, praise and name, shall last. 
Thou in a pitch how farre beyond the sphere 
Of humane glory towr'st, and raigning there 
Despoyl'd of mortall robes, in seas of blisse, 
Plunging dost bathe and tread the bright abysse : 
There thy great soule yet once a world does see, 
Spacious enough, and pure enough for thee. 
How soon thou Moses hast, and Joshua found, 
And 'David, for the sword and harpe renown' d ; 
How streight canst to each happy mansion goe ? 
(Far better known above than here below :) 
And in those joyes dost spend the endlesse day, 
Which in expressing, we ourselves betray. 



For 



1 48 Miscellanies 

For we, since thou art gone, with heavy doome, 
Wander like ghosts about thy loved tombe ; 
And lost in 'tears, have neither sight nor mind 
To guide us upward through this region blinde. 
Since thou art gone, who best that way could'st teach, 
Onely our sighs, perhaps, may thither reach. 

And %ichard yet, where his great parent led, 
Beats on the rugged track : he, vertue dead, 
Revives ; and by his milder beams assures ; 
And yet how much of them his griefe obscures. 
He, as his father, long was kept from sight 
In private, to be view'd by better light ; 
But open'd once, what splendour does he throw ? 
A Cromwell in an houre a prince will grow. 
How he becomes that seat, how strongly streigns, 
How gently winds at once the ruling reins ? 
Heav'n to this choice prepar'd a diadem, 
Richer than any eastern silk, or gemme ; 
A pearly rainbow, where the sun inchas'd 
His brows, like an imperiall jewel grac'd. 

We find already what those omens mean, 
Earth ne'er more glad, nor Heaven more serene. 
Cease now our griefs, calme peace succeeds a war, 
Rainbows to storms, %khard to Oliver. 
Tempt not his clemency to try his pow'r, 
He threats no deluge, yet foretells a showre. 



THE CONTENTS 

A Dialogue : p. i 

On a Drop of Dew : p. 4 

Ros : p.6 

The Coronet : p. 7 

Eyes and Tears : p. 8 

'Bermudas :p. 10 

Clorinda and 'Damon : p. i i 

A Dialogue : p. 1 2 

The Nymph complaining for the death othetFaun :p. 14 

Young Love : p. 17 

To his Coy Mistress : p. 19 

The Unfortunate Lover : p. 20 

The Gallery : p. 22 

The Fair Singer : p. 25 

Mourning : p. 25 

Daphnk and Chloe : p. 27 

A Definition of Love : p. 3 2 

The Picture of little T.C. : p. 33 

Tom May's Death : p. 3 5 

The Match: p. 38 

The Mower against Gardens : p.40 

Damon the Mower : p. 41 

The Mower to the Glo-Worms : p. 44 

The Mower's Song : p. 45 

Ametas and The Bj lis : p. 46 

Musicks Empire : p. 47 

The Garden : p. 48 

Hortus : p. 51 

To a Gentleman : p. 5 3 

Fleckno : p. 54 



THE CONTENTS continued 

Doctori Wittie : p. 59 

ToDoftor Witty : p. 59 

On Mr. Milton's Paradise lost : 61 

Inscribenda Luparas : p. 62 

Upon an Eunuch : p. 63 

Translation : p. 63 

Translation : p. 64 

Epitaph : p. 65 

Epitaph : p. 66 

ToShJohnTrott :v. 67 

Epitaph : p. 69 

Epitaph : p. 70 

Epitaph : p. 71 

Epigram : p. 72 

Upon the Hill and Grove of Ttill-borow : p. 73 

Upon Appleton House : p. 76 

On a Victory obtained by 'Bla^e : v. 104 

A Dialogue : p. 109 

The Character of Hoi/and : p. 1 1 1 

An Horation Ode : p. 115 

The First Anniversary : p. 119 

In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John : p. 130 

A Letter to Dr. Ingelo : p. 130 

In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell : p. 134 

In eandem Reginae Suec'w transmissam : p. 134 

Two Songs : p. 135 

A Poem upon the Death of O.C. : p. 140 



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